Lyrics:
John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town, a small town king
He holds court in a corn
What a beautiful dream
I think I'll stay a while
Won't open my resting eyes
Court of God in between
Twilight was rocking me
Could not hear
at him and said
"You know, I like being on the loose"
But now, that I think about it, I got to tell the truth
Our day in court's been one year
grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Father's world.
O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
couldn't pass
A chance to drag some freaks downtown
For smoking devil grass
Well you never get your day in court
The food downtown is foul
The day of trial
(Honorable Court)
Yeah, sippin' on lean, I feel it (lean)
Bad bitch look like Nicki (bad)
Ridin' 'round town, no ceilin' (skrrt)
Heart cold,
When we came to the station all the trains were rusty
The doors were open and the windows broken in
There was grass in all the cracks and the air
the one that put 'em in me (woo)
The snakes, the grass too long to see (uh, uh)
The lawnmower sittin' right next to the tree (come on)
They don't know
We got grass-fed, smoking plastic
Watch me back flip off the mattress
I'm like Katniss, hunger bad bitch
Need the madness on my back bitch
I got
vote? World Boss, World Boss
Everybody happy, all who ah chop grass
Weh yuh vote? World Boss, World Boss
Landslide victory, bomborassclaat
World
the one that put 'em in me (woo)
The snakes, the grass too long to see (uh, uh)
The lawnmower sittin' right next to the tree (come on)
They don't know
Living low class, we're just white trash
We got broke glass, and they got green grass
Across them train tracks
Across them train tracks
We try so
inside him
Way before he ever knew the courts would divide him
A wall around himself had became a shell
Was a whole new person, by the time the bricks fell
first, if I don't get him, fool start prayin'
Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin'
What a beautiful dream
I think I'll stay a while
Won't open my resting eyes
Court of God in between
Twilight was rocking me
Could not hear
On the grass of Wimbledon, where legends tread
A young maestro made his spirit wed
With strokes of grace, and a will so strong
He danced
court
Gal a give me brain from me a gah ford
Full of gal like netball court
Like how stamp full inna me passport
Clean to me bone cause me a no grass
cerulean blue, cerulean blue. sap green where the grass did grow. it was a tennis court romance, your turn, my turn. a hardcore dreamscape hits hard,
Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest
Pull out this kite from this white bitch
Talking 'bout, "dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest
Pull out this kite from this white bitch
Talking 'bout, "dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
by the way)
Look
Make the money, never let the money make you, huh
Real nigga never fake you
Cut the grass, know you gotta stay snake-proof
All
put the guns to
Fuck 'em all, kill or be killed, it's still a thug rule
Back of class, high on grass, 'til I said "fuck school!"
What's meant to be
that describe the zodiac
With a Norman Rockwell smile and some flarey summer flats
In a court when rubber balls bounce high above the baseball hats
I
drawn it life-size
But it's gonna happen soon
And you could watch ten years
Of Court TV
To find America is hard to see
But it's somewhere in the blue
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