Lyrics:
denied by those in power
Green, dark eyes
See, demise (oh it's a sweet demise)
Green, dark eyes (It's those green dark eyes baby)
See, demise (oh it's
Did roads done
That's how the checks came in
Many packs now
It's just a featherweight ting
Broski got to go in
She slyly text
She wants in
Not by
By faith by works this how we get by you gotta be strong to survive In this day cause those that's weak just wilt
Zeni is a mystery, i like to play a secret hand
It's not like- I need to, but see Zeni she's a gambling fan
Zeni fights for freedom from depression
How you defeat a motherfucker with some body armor,
Headshots turn him sweet and sour like an Arne Palmer
Dalai Lama holy as me, got it locked
calling 92.3 KRock
And we'd be on a boat
A little
Ways off the island
While they played
And we went early
And we got super lucky
We saw Flea and John
By the times she reached her teens,
She'd turned John Miller green,with jealousy
Just like you knew she would.
And then the flowers started,and she
gotta have a Sweet when I wake in the mornin
So let's just all do our thing like an orchestra does
Pass the shit around so we can all get a buzz
suspicious
"Aiyyo John, what's up with these bah-bies?"
He said, "I just can't know, I just met em"
And then I heard "Get em!"
I looked up, a forty-five at my
I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous
expiring
And you've already finished retiring
That bag I'm acquiring, I mean I
Got a bag of concrete mix
By using a spawn cheat glitch
'Cause I traded John's
it down, vision on the dollars
Dipping the impalas, chilling with my scholars
Get it?
I am not illiterate
Not, not!
Not even a little bit!
Love is so harmless
That even a bug in the ground
Won't let you down
Once you have found
The key
To unlock some mystery
That lives behind
A river in
Sweet smelling dude wearing cowboy clothes
Dreams about big time ranching
Ranches aren’t made by sitting in the shade
We don’t move in the same kind
on the Underground Railroad'
Swing Low sweet chariot, This plantation ain't home it's more of a Marriott
c place where you're staying for a while. this is temporary,
I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly renown
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points
for me to eat
I start my day with shredded wheat and little bit of grinded weed
And roll the fucker up to guarantee I'm feeling highly sweet
Smelling
melted my
Soul down to a place where it longs to be?
All of your history has little
To do with your face
You're mainly a mystery with
Violins filling in
ring
And life was warm and life was sweet
But still, it was kinda incomplete
Without a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.
chorus:
Hey, John you
some
When I get you way out here
We'll take a little ride on the old John Deere
Stop by the creek where the corn grows tall
You won't wanna go back
can of mystery juice
Dissolving my body
Ain't it funny how it all pans out
Ain't it funny
I write a lot of sweet nothings
No tunes or appeal
Minus any
box (No way!)
Yeah, son, I get hype, that's no coffee
Don't even need a THC offering
To start gifting all these mysteries to Misses Sweet
css and bust
the point of it
The streets is not of your importance
Things is outta hand but that's okay?
Glad I get a little more peace these days
Would've freehand
Different strokes for different folks
But I'd rather be John Kennedy d the living broke
Every other single day, it's a different quote
Freestyles are written,
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