Lyrics:
Cause my plan's still the same and it's you through forever
Don't know where or when or if we'll get the green light
This song is my vow, together we'll
I'm in Love with a girl
From small town Michigan
And I'm busy listening
To the songs of our future
Deep in her eyes
Green spaces of wonder
I see two
Yo-yo homeboy, pass me dat
Yo, this is the song I wrote for the girl I love.
Her name, Mary Jane
Saggin' my dickies, smoke like a hippy
Smell
survival
Now everybody wants to be next American idol
But these are more than just songs pressed up your vinyl
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we
day
I hope you like it
[Chorus]
Roses are red, and violets are blue
Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you
Boogers are green, and doo-doo is
killed by a flower
Got taken by the colors and the sweet perfume
I was barely a man outside the bedroom
I couldn't see
The flower was killing me
song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin
view
With the Rocky tops and your eyes so green I sing
Oh Johnny
It's been so long since I was haunted by your gaze
But I want you to know that I never
(One man, zero worth, wine box...hey brother, hey brother, hey brother, hey sister...)
It's me, it's me, it is the queen so
Shawty got the green
of the casino
We drank green margaritas
Danced with sweet senoritas
And we all went home as winners of a kind
You said, "I guarantee we'll have more fun
(Clouds)
Too down for the green grass
Better wear tinted lenses
If you look at my clean ass (Clean ass)
Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by
This song here is dedicated to Danny Dan
May he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
He did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
around like you say you do
You're a liar and a phony and a fake and a fraud
And a bunch of other things I won't say on the song
You are not my homie like
stopped to hear him
Though he played so sweet and high
They knew he had never been on their TV
So they passed his music by
I meant to go over and ask
really fast, boy
Ever since I went to Marfa
Ain't no trouble on my mind (on my mind, on my mind)
Singin' sweet songs to Las Vegas
Singin', "I will
On fire, no lighter (no lighter)
Hood like Al Qaeda (damn)
The ghetto
Got money on my mind (on my mind)
That's why I pull them all-nighters
In
Ima green bay packer
Packing green in all these swishers
Wishing hunnies that im after
Would blow me lots and lots kisses
Im blowing lots and lots
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
teach you how to stunt
Nigga we ain't the same, I peep capping
You're like sugar so sweet
You booger niggas so green
Keep playing along
I'll be singing my
God painted the bluebonnets in the fields
By a tough little live oak, on an green Texas hill
And he plucked the star from a lone star sky
He put it
I'ma die by the gun 'cause
I live by the bitch
How you trappin' in the field, you a bitch
Stop cappin' in your songs, hit a l-
(Hit a lick)
White
sweet
That ain't my bitch, that's just my freak
I felt victim to the streets and it turned me into a motherfuckin' beast
Bitch, I'm just tryna eat
She
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
each new season side by side with you
You can plant your seeds in the spring, I'll harvest every word
We'll learn the songs of Mother Earth from
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