Lyrics:
the garden diggin' in the dirt
God's green earth all over his shirt
Faded jeans and a red bandana
They grow em good down in Alabama
Chorus
Bridge:
He says
the lights all over me
'Til the blue is covered by the red and green
I got ourselves a little Christmas tree
But you're not here to decorate it with me
Silent
start on the green but I always end on red
By the time that I scrawl another yarn
Younger self would've loved
I've been passed; I'm never fast enough
, there's no substitute for red
Red! Paint it red, green ain't mean compared to red
You don't know what it does to me
My crimson intensity
I'm haunted
, there's no substitute for red.
Red! Paint it red, green ain't mean compared to red.
You don't know what it does to me,
My crimson intensity
I'm
believe in God
I drive seven thirty-five's and I love these broads
I wear Girbaud jeans, and I bought my green
Camouflage over our eyes that's how we do
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
on wired
Look at my life that's triumph
Running till I see Zion
Break it down by the ion
Take back the kingdom that's the time I'm on
Mind Over Body,
on go and still in the game
You can not stop me - you can't stop the boss
This ain't no red light district
Green lights I fly by
She say we look like
over the
Country this past March, on
The night of his "Welcome
Back" concert in Philadelphia
Around 70 dirt bikes and ATVs
Were confiscated by
reminiscing on Georgia
Paulette Thomas, adore her
I always have & for her
I'll give my own life just for one night so that my daughter
Jazlyn Jenique Thomas
At the red light who want it
At the red light who want it
At the red light who want it
On the green light im gone bitch
All my cars do 200
All my cars do 200
hatas nigga regulate
Bringin the whole motherfuckin west side, red blue together
Makin green nigga, makin green
Chorus
Nigga it's all
the bag
Count up the green
Count up the bag
Count up the green
Count up the bag
Count up the green
Count up uhh
Foul play foul play
Drive by shots hit em'
It’s Pimp Juice, from the same Thomas PJ’s
Crawl over to the 17th Ward, been hard
Then I crawl to the east
And I balled in the east now talk ‘bout me
And the townsfolk are tearing down their businesses
We've coloured them completely red
They're even taking all of our prisoners
They respect any man when he's dead
hatas nigga regulate
Bringin the whole motherfuckin west side, red blue together
Makin green nigga, makin green
Chorus
Nigga it's all
are the, Very O (???)
Calling up Newton Newtons seven colors, seven colors
Seven traps on my dick, imma cum yah
Blue, Green, Red, Purple, something, it
And the teacher said what you doing young man
I'm painting flowers you see
But this is not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's
Alright, ok
Alright, ok
Alright, ok
Uh huh
Japanese from head to toe
Red to green, green to gold
Waiting on that buffalo
These crazy things you do
right
Got him in the Hell hole
Livin at the speed of light
Prayin that the time fly by so
He can see the light
See his kids meet a wife
All over a key
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
Alright, ok
Alright, ok
Alright, ok
Uh huh
Japanese from head to toe
Red to green, green to gold
Waiting on that buffalo
These crazy things you do
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