Lyrics:
to say no
I sent her some wine-colored roses
The color of grapes on the vine
When she sees the wine-colored roses
They'll tell her I'm still
me
Hey, you even took out Sally
Who lives across the alley
Oh I've been keepin' a tally, honey chile
You're like the grapes upon the vine
to pay for the working man
Money talks and changes hands
And money reaps the harvest money demands
The grapes of wrath
They can take away his freedom
spirit,
in praise of Bacchus you consume
both wine and grapes his incarnation,
to get a glimpse of him inside you.
Titans of the underworld severed
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
I made the music I wanted, gave a fuck who's watching
Wound up on a route, just a couple of dudes trodden
face on it
(On the gang)
Lay on go like a car with no brakеs on it
(Skrrt off) fool drankin' Wock'
Got this shit from my Grape homie
(Grape homie)
He
Beats
Broccoli
Cucumber
Atomic Food!
Onions
Bananas
Carrots
Grapes
Cantaloupe
Apples
Lemons
Potatoes
Celery
Lettuce
Lime
Parsley
Sage
Rosemary
Thyme
iPad high maintenance, everything's unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got temporary
Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit,
grapes on the vine
You can find him in big city winters
Down where the mission bell cries
And sorrow echoes through summer
As he tries to close all
ho crêpes and grapes (crepes and grapes)
Cash never wait, it's a billion on the way
We just split a billi' with the gang
Took twenty bitches on my
hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers glass like friendly wine
Yes I'd give this world just to dream a dream of you
On our bed
hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers glass like friendly wine
Yes I'd give this world just to dream a dream of you
On our bed
I bet we put him in his place
We Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with 'Ks
Let them play, I'll air 'em out, I just walk them down in
throne?
Bring a young nigga some grapes
This bitch talk too much, oh my god
Bring a young nigga some tape
Just 'cause I got cash, don't mean I won't
Whip 'em, flip 'em, air lift 'em, Migo, get 'em, Skippa Da Flippa
Shakin' 'em down, that boy a stripper (stripper)
This is the life of a Grape Street
You're the geni in my red cup,
Blue berry in my grape blunt,
You're the sweat in my wet towel,
You're my pillow when i lays down.
You are my geni
a turn, gone out pon a gate
A when di gyal come back out
Di champion rape
An' a talk 'bout di champion
Deh spice up a grape
For, look pon Kennedy an' dem
moonbeams
The village down deep without
Purple leaves that seem red
Grape vines that smile in fall
Zebras tell me play games
My games would spill the world
to cry
So you went to The Grape,
Just to give it a try
And Dagmar
Without a doubt, the ugliest son of a bitch I ever saw in my life
Was his
the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's shit (grape juice!)
We were just some motherfuckin' kids (woo)
Yeah, yeah, (Miller Mac) Miller Mac
Haha, yeah,
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He have loosed
of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll
your move, get your cake (cake)
Fuck what you heard through the grape vine (grape vine)
You out of line nigga, I'ma straighten mine (yeah)
And I don't
Habanera dancers, habanera dancers
Take our hands, embrace us
Flowers, grapes and friends Decadence is dead
Barefoot but full of diamonds, bored
.jpg/202px-The_Grapes_of_Wrath_(1940_poster).jpg "The Grapes of Wrath")
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