Lyrics:
Agh!
Monuments
Canyons
Scotch Tape and concrete
Dead grass
Forgotten land
Billboards promise memories
Love is insecurity and I scratch canyons
Love is
over, that ass is grass and now that grass get cut
Duct tape and we quackin' up then beat 'em with more bats
Than a vampires and Draculas, ashes
Smoke your grass, your grass
Well, I'm a mad hatter, baby, ride a boogie machine
Blastin' 8-track tapes when I'm on the scene
I'm a long-gone daddy
hope
You piece of tape
Here comes a Post-It note
Yeah
Your mom's alright
Your mom's alright
Your ass is grass
And I'm a lawnmower
Incense and joss
I am
get to bussing on a nigga and it's off the rip/
Black gloves black mask I ain't chilling on these niggas till I put his ass under grass/
Yellow tape
will stand in plastic grass
While weights and hidden springs will tip it's hat to the mourners filing past
I want to go simply when I go
They'll
the grass glistenin' in the rain
And on out of view
Over the buildings stone wrote cages
Where people live
Over the gilded old outrages
That we can't forgive
Dusty and you are, dirty from chain
Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape
Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave
I'll cut you some flowers, now
fin
Try to keep my life non-violent
Mario, rewind the tape and "punch me in!"
Like Chuck D with the where you never been I'm in
Cause you can't, won't,
fighters take your stance again
Don't think too much about the color of skin
Order in vegetarian sharks fin
Try to keep my life non violent
Rewind the tape
The grass is green
Green enough for me
Gathering
Tapes to
Never play
Oversized
Tiny accidents
Perfectly lifeless
And cold
Consequence
Candy tongues
Bruised
better get your fee up
Snakes in the grass
Better watch your back
Snakes in the grass
So watch your step
Snakes in the grass
Better watch your back
Hot rotten grass smell
Fuck all y'all down the wishing well
Neon sign at the nail salon
Turned off and the streetlights
Turned on
Your
out
If you smoking OG, bring the grass out
These niggas filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' 'bout some shit that you know you stole
I have my
to do what we do
We don't need you to do what we do
We don't need you to do what we do
Mark the trails from point to point
Tape bright enough
and their hopes
I'm from New Bay York
Speak for one thing
Two things
You be in the news
They spark
Leave your body up in Rufus Park
Tape around your ass
discuss statements that's made on this tape
And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love
The music that we all enjoy, the music you accuse
the news, they spark
Leave your body up in Rufus Park
Tape around your ass, and the grass can't be chopped
It's like my dreams done turned into a hell
With a smile set he baits you in
Evading questions with compliments
Caution on the tapes been written
As he keeps you in his pocket
Surely you can
all
Whether you live to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the grass
up and watch me blow it
The grass is yellow and the fence is broken
I had potential and I poured it on the ground
A legacy for nobody to claim
All
check their tape recorders and their notepads
Crabs want to play me close and grab
Can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin' jabs
Where
The Grass Was Greener
Memories of worn out tapes
Those close escapes
Our demons saved em’
Those where the good old days
Where good guys win
backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
Come here, slut, "Shady, wait
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