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The waves keep rolling, over my castle made of sand

Washing over me, I'm beginning to see

You get high, you get low
Seasons come and seasons go
Some too

Green Leaves of Summer

Hank Snow

By Special Request

1970

A time to be reaping a time to be sowing
The green leaves of summer are calling me home
It was good to be young then in the season of plenty
When

we smoke that high grade
I never needed none bitch I'm self made
Pull up by the spot you know how we do
You see me in the club I'm with the whole crew

the mayhem

The tension is rising
The stakes are high
Warheads are ready to strike
Trigger-happy nations united by war
Are ready to die
By the blade they hold

4 bangers a week
Then go flame on the beat maybe sang on the beat 
That's a triple threat ain't it my g
Any competition by my sight I
Drag 'em out

of reasons
I come from da slums yea da mfuckn cement
Keep my head high ain't tryna fight no demons
Young nigga goin hard for da mfuckn season
Just hit three

the gap
I let my gems rain down on 'em like precipitation
Try'na do my best by the path that I'm making
But don't worry bout it
We don't know enough

Nights Like This

Curren$y

Featuring

2015

smoking
Season is open on duck ass niggas who don't know what the code is
If the g's brung' you up then you would have known this
Now witness the coldest

Yeah
Always surrounded by hot hoes
Instagram models that strike a pose
And they still look good in high heels
And they blow smoke, they hot as hell

I run this enterprise

Open your eyes, now you realize, now put on thigh highs
Tie your boots up tight, very tight with all your might
Come in

No Chorus

Dr. Dooom

First Come, First Served

1999

Who possessed you to do that? Who programmed - that shit sound wack
Unplug your mic
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by

ridin' 'round and my girl's high
(What you waitin' for?)
We're ridin' 'round just to get by
(What the fuck you waitin' for?)
I'm ridin' 'round and my

place don't need no fucking high gates, nigga
You in this bitch, looking like live bait, nigga

Looking like an open safe, nigga
We in this bitch

Stay Human (All the Freaky People)

Michael Franti

Stay Human

2001

the beauty of the world

You see Y2K ya know is a moment
In time we find that we can open
Up a heart that's locked or been broken
By the pain of words not

up  
Fade to black, open wide, movie screen live love and die   
 
They took my heart of gold  
So I keep my head high 
Distilled in a cloud of loss

the room
My energy high and you could be too
Watch where you step don't step on my roots
Boy I'm grounded rendezvous
I'm speaking life multiplied by two

I
Been riding by myself
Swerve
I been I been
I I I I
Been
I been riding by myself
High High High
Had to put the weed down
Had to get my mind sound

Southern Hospitality

Pharrell Williams

Back for the First Time

2000

fills
20 inch wide, 20 inche high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass

other reason just to get-
Any other-

Surfing through the seasons, walking through the tides
Give any other reason just to get high
Baby, do you feel it

We can stay sober
Or we can get high
We can decide in the moment
You know the door's always open
We can stay up, yeah
Blinded by lights
Know it's

It will never be the same

Bro locked in them chains
They say thugs cry too
So we gon' get high
And get high

And get high
To get high
To get by
I said

at night, count the constellations
And be happy by the seasons if we get to watch them changing
Plot ourselves a private fort by the sea
Our own flagship

in vain, this is just the start
This is my season
High off adrenaline, I'm buzzing
Remember this is my beginning
Started my journey on Soundation

to me stupid 

I won’t, be here to find 
I’ll be, up in the sky 
No smoke? Don’t come by 
Want smoke? Look outside 
I smoke, to open minds 
I smoke