Lyrics:
show them things
Cause
We are, so extreme (so extreme)
So advanced (so advanced)
Sho is clean (sho is clean)
Sex, mony and drugs we know these
vision you lacking too see, your delusions are distracted by booty
Only time your thoughts actually stick out
Only man for the job these feature fuel me
In just the same way that an apple tree apples
I always seem to land on my feet, and then repeat
Breaking through walls in my dreams of no sleep, fiend
at her
She asked me when you stare please tell me what you see
Many eyes are looking that know nothing bout me
Trapped by expectation I just wanna be free
Walking down highways
Just seeing things my way
While dealer man enjoys his wealth
You spare the rope, he'll hang himself
Life in the Big Apple moves
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
with sense
I rep the rock, harder than rocks, R.I.p. Tupac
Birds go in they flock, pimps is upping a stock
I'm from New York
The rotten apple
Been most everywhere by now
Cities grand and small
Some are near and dear to me
Some i can’t recall london is a fun town
Paris has its charms
But
I'm too weak
Save things the way you see
And meet me under our apple tree
Run!
Cause I don't know, know
I don't know who we are right now
Fly into
the mic, we need some people by the door
If you love God, some things might have to change
The people and the Pastors might all get re-arranged
God builds
I used to be so fancy free,
But really lonesome as could be,
Till one lucky day, you came my way
I never knew what love was all about
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
with no way to prove it
Dad would just shrug
Kids will be kids, stand tough
So every time he walks into lunch
Billy throws him an apple, but not to suck
goes by (I miss you much)
'Til I get you back I'm gonna try (yes, I miss you much)
'Cause you are the apple of my eye (girl, I miss you much, I miss
Indianapolis in the summertime
No such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland or Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
God didn't make a little green apples
And it
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
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