Lyrics:
I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year
Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain
I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there
everything
My first taste of love, whoa-oh, bittersweet
Green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
The fields have grown over now
Years since they've seen
That’s a two-four, couple chairs, boombox, and cassette
(Oh no!)
But the years keep rollin’
(Ice cold!)
Get lost in the crush
(Oh no!)
So, get a cold one
everything
My first taste of love, whoa-oh, bittersweet
Green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
The fields have grown over now
Years since they've seen
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh uh, yo ya
Oh (oh) luxury
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh) collard greens
Three degrees low, make it
the psychologist listenin'
The new Mercedes with black G-Wagon
The "Where you from?" it was all for rap
I was twenty-eight years young, twenty mil' in tax
Hey!
Ha!
Oh!
There was a man
A little ole man
Who lived in Montreal
With a wife and a kid
And a car and a house
And a teenage daughter
orange sun
Shining down on
A little red house with a little green tree
A little blue car parked out on the street
Brother with a football, sister
weight I did not know
You could ever look so nice after
So much time
Do you remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots,
weight I did not know
You could ever look so nice after
So much time
Do you remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots,
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has
a pause
Took out the license and it cold said "Santa Claus"
A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's
Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease
liked him quite a lot
If I hadn't've been a woman
I guess I'd never have been caught
They gave me back my house and car
And nothing more was said
liked him quite a lot
If I hadn't've been a woman
I guess I'd never have been caught
They gave me back my house and car
And nothing more was said
the game
cnd I'm just wetting my feet
Verse 2: TheHardestCanadian
I'm with path of Polaris
Shorten that shit to pop
If it's your life that you cherish
I
Shayla worked in a factory
She wasn't history, she's just a number
One day she gets her final pay
And she goes far away, oh, oh
Green trees
music on the shelf
For at least a high 16, me and my car and my cabinet
And everybody on my team stackin green
Now that's a good look for us! Gotta know
Cars are beeping
It’s that time of year
Red, yellow, green, blue
All the cars are here
Beep Beep
Driving the car
Beep Beep
Wheels are turning
We’re
Jay's baby, uh
You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue, green and grey
All my solemn men up north, 12 years a slave
12 years of age, thinkin'
never showed it's 4 am
Started up mum's car drove home again.
One year ago I kissed my bride
Now I wait to hear my baby's cry
Woman showed me all
Cinderella lost her glass shoe
The cash blue, but I'm still seein' green
I'm in the bathroom, and I'm peein' lean
My bitch a vacuum, I told her, "Keep me
It was forty or fifty years ago
A big shot played with time
Mister Walker held the door
And both kept cord and line
Watched and checked on every
Mickey Newbury
I was just a boy the year the Blue Bird Special came through hereon its first run South to New Orleans.
A blind old man and I, we
SEX
Fuck it, buy a pink Mercedes (skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil' baby (top the Forbes)
I don't like no long nails on my lady (of course)
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