Lyrics:
Crunch crunch munch munch
It's the best one of the bunch
I walked by that apple tree
Three green apples looked down at me
It said pick me pick me please
Yummy, yummy ap-ples!
VERSE 3: Kids sell the bags of apples one by one
Sell the apples from the tree
1 apple, 2 apple, 3
4 apples, 5 apples 6, 7, 8
9
takin' life as a gamble
And living in the rotten apple yo where every core is rotten
All my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten
I'm living life as a gamble
Living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten
To all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten
with my woeses
I'm rotten like an apple core
The fruits all gone but I swear you keep coming back for more
I'm rotten like an apple core (Yeah yeah
excuse me sir, I begs your pardon
Can't you see how low the hole has gotten?
Apple's completely rotten with the worm in it
Dying, still we're relying
for you
To bring me to life
But you left me dying
Dying inside
Three piece suit with a piece by the waistline
Just in case a motherfucker wanna
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
What also floats in water?
VILLAGER #1: Bread!
VILLAGER #2: Apples!
VILLAGER #3: Very small rocks!
VILLAGER #1: Cider!
VILLAGER #2: Great gravy!
Because I'm C Brown
(Class clown)
Getting still sometimes I chill yo
Depending on the day and (HOW I FEEL)
Sometimes I leave an apple that's rotten
These days way too long
Please just play my song
I know you had it on repeat
Apple Music told me
Don’t be acting spicy
Online you act icy
You think
wheelies front of Willyburgers
Candy apple M3's, slidin' out gently
Rollin up in Bentleys, Tyson was the champ then
Right after the Rooftop, years before
niggaz stinkin'
I'm the only allspring of a bad beam
Motivated by mad greed, I make the pad bleed
A bad seed from a rotten apple
Preacher talk shit get
The past three weeks, you spent two nights with me at home
Same three weeks, I spent three weeks feeling alone
In a house made of glass where I tip
answer my questions)
Nobody don't care
My mama told me there'd be days like this (black cotton)
(Rotten black cotton in God's eyes)
My mama told me
of war I'll take on every single battle
The tree has bore some rotten fruit I'm poisoned by the apple
Time is slipping by and that sheer thought will make
answer my questions)
Nobody don't care
My mama told me there'd be days like this (black cotton)
(Rotten black cotton in God's eyes)
My mama told me
begs your pardon
Can't you see how low the hole has gotten?
Apple's completely rotten with the worm in it
Dying, still we're relying on who?
In this case
a blessing every day's a holiday
Things are looking up now I'm destined
To take it all the way
A beautiful illusion sweet as apple pie
If she bats an eyelash
nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with bitches; Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die; Fire
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
Because I'm C Brown
(Class clown)
Getting still sometimes I chill yo
Depending on the day and (HOW I FEEL)
Sometimes I leave an apple that's rotten
then hell
I'ma tell ya now, they don't give a damn about ya
End up in that place and toy around and be forgotten
They rotten like a whole apple off
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