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blonde hair
It's a heaven glow
Green grass on the side of the road
And when the sweet boy comes down from the pouring rain
We find a garden with lemon eyes

Better turn your head
Think a little more
try to figure out just what you
surely can't ignore
Look up, the sky is green
Reflecting grass and trees

schnie, że aż palce lizać
Super Lemon Haze, ale również Jacky White
Co mam Ci tu rzec, czasem lubię taki stan
Zamiast biec, ciągle biec trochę zatrzymać

lemon jack, green crack yeah I'm smokin all of that
Got these raps, to go with these fat bags
Of weed, something so beautiful started from a seed
Just

Woop got that grass like Jamaican
Sellin off white it just came from an Asain
Whole damn shame how we re-rock nation
Hop in skat packs catch the box like

replace
Lemon pepper to season the fakes
My girl want a salad watching her weight
Cut the grass just to expose the snakes
Feed her carrots so she seeing

a Meal that's been frozen
I roll green like it's the grass Upon your lawn
Stay this way all night, till the Fucking break of dawn
It'll make a man out

once had
It would take you to an eastern dream
Of Arab nights and Persian queens and wars that would rattle in your head
Where leaves of grass were

is
Pockets green grass
Mish mash you've been trash
This that chitchat shits Ash
This week I've been skipping trash
All my idols couldn't be man
Be mad

you wake up every lighting
You the same old ass
Working day in day out
Just be kept out yo house
Meet a classy new spouse
Never took a look at the grass

Okay, last one
I dunno, I'm on the fence
But I can't come to your party
I'll be dead
Before this grass gets any greener
It's so awful, my demeanour

some snakes in the grass
I just been raking them up
Couple of fights in my head
I just been breaking them up
Couple of words out your mouth
I just been

was trapping
All damn fucking day
Watching for the jakes yeah the snakes gotta cut the grass
You know I'm bout cash I can't sit on my fucking ass
If you

on my lips
What’s Christmas 
Without the best gift 
Trembling I’m stepping in
Nikes with a bottle of gin and dry lemon 
Ssssss
Smoke number seven 

Holy

Serenity
Rändi Fay (BMI)

My fingertips stretch along the barren mist, caressing the lemon moon
Biting hunger and bitterness will vanish like morning

gon' whoop they ass (okay, okay)
Keep thinking I can't work this Blick, leave your ass in the grass
Play with me 'bout that nigga, leave your ass hella

the storm
Yeah that's so cliche
Oh well, they say alls well that ends well
Yeah that's so cliche
They say when life give you lemons you better make lemonade

kidding bruh my shit never been meh
Greener grass I just been grazing the land
Sowing to reap, tailor making my path
Cut from the cloth granny used to go

When the work was on time and simpler had my dimples tucked 
Squeezing out these lemons by the batch into that little cup
I broke glass in case

on the surface 
Keep yo grass cut so you can see when they lurkin 
I want that new whip that come with the curtain 
If I ain't getting money then what's

act
This ain't mid this is gas
This exotic not that grass
I'm a goat not a rat
You a pussy you a cat
Fuck a hating nigga I can see these niggas mad

(Wow that's pretty cool)

I was sedated and faded
I know that you hate it, but momma I made it
I stay where the grass is so greener
Mad beats just

couture early afford only if lottery winn'
Variety fled burn' cube ice gardner paint' beauty grin
Cent jar sexy if I might ton ground grass chopped

to rearrange em
Grass is only greener on the side that you maintain it
This is shit I had to grown into
My name is spoken inside rooms that I ain't even get into