Lyrics:
crystal so
Don't be surprised if
They cut into the skin the teensiest bit
Glittering, glamorous
God, these shoes are tight
He'll be feeling amorous
stoned Scoob? (Raggy! Zoinks!)
No I just want to be alone
Dude!
Am I old school
In a boomer's tool
In a box behind a lock
Passcode stands for fuck!
CDs are
When your thoughts are not your own
And you feel like you have lost control
It's not a test you're dealing with the madness
Don't be scared by what
makin' that GTA"
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be
a sweet full of green
Wake up, boy this ain't a dream
Welcome to H Town, yeah
Welcome to H Town, whoa
I'm praying for H Town, yeah, yeah
Welcome to H Town
on Fiddlers Green
When you get by on dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
Oh where the girls are all
top thru the city lights whoa whoa
Just look at me
Look into my eyes
And tell me that wanna be by my side
If you wanna ride
Are you ride or die
Cause
worlds
But we are young, we run green
Keep our teeth nice and clean
See our friends, see the sights
Feel alright
Are we like you?
I can't be sure
worlds
But we are young, we run green
Keep our teeth nice and clean
See our friends, see the sights
Feel alright
Are we like you?
I can't be sure
sings
Not even my lark
Larks never will, you know
When they're captive
Teach me to be more adaptive
Ah
Green finch and linnet bird
Nightingale,
And it's hard to face the facts
That ya calendar is tearing and your strings are ripping fast in:
Purple and Green where every mind can wander
Forever it
want
I can rock you are world
Juice in jheri curl
Cornbread, fish, and collard greens
I got what you need
If you want it (cause I'm pimp,
the bed)
Windows are the tint, more wood than a bench (than a bench)
Water in the hood more green than the Grinch (than a Grinch)
Please don't play 'cause
the bed)
Windows are the tint, more wood than a bench (than a bench)
Water in the hood more green than the Grinch (than a Grinch)
Please don't play 'cause
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty
be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room
People keep pushing me though, no reception on the phone
And I'm thinking
Lights are blinding my
be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room
People keep pushing me though, no reception on the phone
And I'm thinking
Lights are blinding my
be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room
People keep pushing me though, no reception on the phone
And I'm thinking
Lights are blinding my
trigger finger inch
Poom poom
Am getting green like the Hulk
Yeah i could never switch
Moving that work I'll be on the interstate
I got it Raw I got it made
the big April moon, she'll be by my side by the third day of June.
Way out by lonely bayou.
There waits a girl where the green grasses grow.
Waits she
older
I still see you by my side head rested on my shoulder
We killing this shit we aint even got a motive
Bonny and Clyde type shit people are gonna
just smokin' tryna feel somethin' Some days I don't wanna feel nothin
Man, I'm just smokin' tryna feel somethin
Tryna be pigeonholed by anything but my
and Martian jumping beans
He saw two-faced pansies walking round in dancing flower pots
Pretty soon that old red planet would be green
Zig and Zag, they were
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