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really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away... build your own green
boxed-in crunch of the
Mitchell sound for me
"I Didn’t Know" on 1975’s Al Green is Love
Was the most ecstatic eight minutes of deep
Soul on vinyl and it
Go, why don't you just go
Go sing
Go do an Afro-Soul album
Like everybody else?
And I was like you don't understand
I'm burning inside
I'm burning
green (it's not easy)
We'll tour new york by submarine (it's not easy)
We'll scuba dive the bronx and queens
It's not easy it's not easy
that this green gon make me break
Fuck
And I spent all my green on this green
I smoke this shit turn me to machine
I smoke this shit turn me to an AI
I
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
begs to become the green
Wishing that the lights will change so I can drive by
Waiting for the signs to rearrange, or must I revise my style?
Standing
waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?
My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
with the wrong girl
Thinking don’t forget me,
Now I’m off a bottle of the henny
And I’m stressing
And the messages aint sending
And they coming up green
They say "Chance you be acting like a fool"
But I'm sending momma to Cabo as soon as it hit it June
Licenses all green I'm moving
No time for me
Al Green melodies for times that we need hope
Eb & Ivory mags and wine bottles on the table
Broken down caddies parked on the side, 'til they repo
I ain't the greatest?
Whole team standin' in the green
This shit look like we been been mowin' lawns
Court side at Staples, you would think that we
I remember camping in Green Valley Campground
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard
And I fell in
dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
I am the green grass
That other side meaningless
I put the AL in alien
Not too many made like this
Yall be blurry with the vision, I see all
don't want it, You gon' lose
I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide
And shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called
"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan't performed in
Public since he's now
on
I'm that foot stompin, love and happiness, Al Green
Vodka in mason jars, it taste so clean
Soul food on a Sunday, after service
That thing that make us
a piece of large bait
To jaws you getting Shark-Kesha'd
A grave robber, robbin' bodies for Al Qaeda
Still surround you with so
Much Watts around you
You
to the toolbox
Soul'd out like a shoe box
Iron out the wrinkles now the crew is hot
I ain’t doing no favors
Used to give tapers out in Wyo nigga
Now people just
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