Lyrics:
knows your history
It could be a space where you crawl in to hide
It could be where the sorrel springs like flames from the green green grass
It could be
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
songs
The green blue and brown and the black and white shuffled in side by side
We're all lining the bullnose at the old wolf's pine,
We ain't lost too
(Slavens)
Back home it's the same
Things are very slow to change
By the time the news comes in from L.A.
The latest fad is already passe (hey, hey)
roads in a while
But the grass getting green so I know I'm in the south
Old backwood fiend, man, there ain't no doubt
I was born in the south, go
me
Navy, downloaded by the tidals like Jay-Z
That's a roll offshore like an A.P
Davy, Jones' locker on top of those hoppers off the side of the ship
never win
If your grass ain't green enough then water it again
Water it again, water it again
Don't stop watering until your life ends
Might be hard
Counting guap not shit, this Wall Street
Brand new duffle to catch a bag
No Z's, cash don't sleep go hard or go home
In the deep end no shark loan
Dollar
the sea
And the mountain tops
With the smell of green grass
And growing crops
I was raised with Waylon, Johnny, Alan
And Garth singing 'bout their own
Where
til it please him
Had the talk with god
And then I left without a reason
Grass green let me float away
Grass green let me float away
Grass green let me
Back to regret
Restart it again
All you can feel is angry and painful
Looking at the grass
There's no green on
Look at what they did
There's no way to go
the underground
Yeah I feel at home right by your side
Can't help but to hold you every night
Can we live it up in paradise, paradise
Yeah roll the windows down we
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Aye I'm not a rapper but I can rap like y'all Detroit…
Wait this Detroit Flow 3 y'all should already know this by now
Man fuck the intro nigga
used to read us (Thought you was a keeper)
Grass is always green on sides you cannot see from (Grass is always green, no)
Bond is getting weak,
want the grass you can't have have
That's green on the other side
I'm a hypothetic man
What ifs bang upon my brain
You want the grass you can't have have
Once upon a time there was a little boy
Whose daddy took him on a picnic
As the ketchup spread across the Wonder Bread
On a green sea
enchanted by things that gleam
You know, bright fancy cars, big yachts and mansions
On the beaches of Aruba with a girlie romancin
Now I'm about to tell you
Don't say goodbye
TRACK WRITTEN BY: TOM QUICK
ALEX BITTLES GARY CONNOR
Sail for that green
Peg leg so I lean
Killin them marines
Blown to smithereens
Skull and cross bones
Rap with davy jones
SKILLED with microphones
the Black Eskimo
I ain't talk to be talking, I don't to just talk
Snow say something y'all better listen up
You going in your bag, what you goin' by your
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
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