Lyrics:
Apple never falls far from the tree
it grows and grows until it wants to see
Settled in the garden, among the roots and leaves
You're not far, but
(obey, obey…)
You’re one in a million
You must survive your own passion
And you bite each day the red apple
Will you spit this out ?
When you stare
message to the group we're getting cones on
Phones on silent like the night we gotta put on a show
Tapping like a kid in an Apple store
And I'm clapping
through
This famine
To get this golden ticket
You must be delicious
Kissing (kissing) your lips
Is bubbalicious
You’re an apple
Dipped in chocolate
Peaches in the summertime
Apples in the fall
If I can't have the girl I love
I don't want none at all
Shady Grove, my little love
Shady Grove,
back from 'em, that's where the plot ends (yeah)
I've been reppin' the Apple since it was rotten (mmh)
When you a golden, you can never be forgotten
perra
Yo quiero sacarte el snapball
Dejarte las nalgas como la manzana de Apple
Pa' no prender phillie fumamo' en el vaper, yeah
Déjame la puerta
come around me, ain't got the time B na' (Straight up)
Watch me do the Randy, touchdown
Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child
Ridin'
of it that way.
Well, what do you find in pies?
Rhubard, apples, cherries
That's it then.
You mean
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I
Peaches in the summertime
Apples in the fall
If I can't have the girl I love
I won't have none at all
Shady Grove, my little love
Shady Grove,
To the ones who came before us
All the golden ones who were lifted on a wing
We had no idea the dreams we had were far too big
Far too big
can't rap? (Rap)
Just a monkey with a mic just waitin' to get slapped (slapped)
And what is a DJ if he can't scratch? (Scratch)
The one rotten apple
quarter chinchilla
Gold chains, golden boy
Front row sitter
Niggas buyin' cars, we buy the whole dealer
We buy the whole plane
While them hoes playin' with
Oh well I tried so many times to reach for the boy with pretty apple cheeks
I picked him off the ground and wiped the dirt from his mouth
And well
I spent Monday on Strawberry Hill
Till I fell and I landed on your windowsill
I hung there by a golden fine web
I had woven from a hair of your head
the presence in the mark is so dominant
(Fuck society)
Mr. Robot voice of the apocalypse, the rapper with the golden esophagus
I tower like an obelisk,
teeth
Looking for sugar for my bowl
Up the apples
And down the road Been all over
This town today
But can't find my feet
Or stand up straight
You don't fool me with your tinted eyes and make-up
The firebird hides in shadow when you wake up
Your golden hair is black
Your jeans are tight but
Long Beach in CALI-FORN-I-A
Hey! Much love to the Golden State
Let’s shift gears and bring it back to the Empire State
West Side we reside by the five
flying on the freeway
East bay, golden gates, shooting it like Golden State
Klay and Dray, 'cause I'm locking down and I'm knocking down
Clowning kids
lamp in sapphire
You're the golden one
The goddamn golden one
rather peach than plum, rather plum than an apple
rather swap fables than some facts
She... Is... Pure... Gold
When you stepped in the picture
I bought a golden frame
I wanted to surround you with
Elements of the purest strain
If
only fans, I support local businesses
Make your money honey, Bleaux ain't judging on some simple shit
Treat you like a Golden girl but never like my rose
bitches to reach
In the land of plenty, cornucopias galore
Orpheus peforming euphorias of lore
Going for broke or for war, up the golden steps
Holding
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