Lyrics:
sayin' nothing
Lime for a lemon and a lemon for lime rhyme
Nine to your melon and swell up your mind time
P! I'm prime time, Deon Sanders
School
Put your white tennis shoes on and follow me
Why work so hard when you could just be free?
You got your moment now, you got your legacy
Let's
shorter than February.
Can't get a real job, I never finished school.
Can't get no new close, I wore the same tennis shoes.
But now the games changed,
Walking thru the street. Looking tight
Stepping in my tennis shoes
My tennis shoes
Man I'm walking in my tennis shoes, my tennis shoes
Man I'm
Beats
Broccoli
Cucumber
Atomic Food!
Onions
Bananas
Carrots
Grapes
Cantaloupe
Apples
Lemons
Potatoes
Celery
Lettuce
Lime
Parsley
Sage
Rosemary
Thyme
Lemon lime
Lemon lime
Lemon lime
Lemon lime
Lemon lime white line
Sprite and coke is so divine
Lemon lime white lime
Sprite and coke is so divine
Ava, how do I reach you?
On the beach in tennis shoes
Tracing patterns on the coast, coast
Ava, I know you
Are caught in between two lives, mm
I remember how it used to feel
Riding down old two mile hill
Tennis shoes up on the handle bars
Paying no mind to the passing cars
No doubts, no
all in my head (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, look at you (you), boy, I invented you
Your Gucci tennis shoes running from your issues
Cardio good for
Don't cost a dime, precious time
There's no jungle blues
Once you kick off them tennis-shoes
Making up your mind in time
One day I will revive
So
(Uh)
(Yuh)
(Lemon-lime)
Gotcha lemon
Put ya lime
Now it's lemon-lime
Gotcha lemon
Now its lime
Now its lemon-lime
Gotcha lemon
Now its lime
Now its
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
I remember how it used to feel
Riding down old two mile hill
Tennis shoes up on the handle bars
Paying no mind to the passing cars
No doubts, no
of squealing mice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer
While the beggars stain
But don't pretend that it won't end
In the depth of your despair
You went from lame suits right down to tennis shoes
To peanuts from the lion's share
eyes to Boston bracelets
One sock red and the other blue
But the stable part I Love about you
You've always work those tennis shoes
Tennis shoes you've
People get ready there's a limousine comin'
Oh, people get ready there's a limousine
Don't need no baggage
Just a pair of funky shoes
You know you're
wrong, just sing along
It's Godzilla for reala my nigga, King Kong
Giving niggas the blues
As I'm walking on these fools in my blue suede tennis shoes
Yeah (yeah)
It's Gucci, what's up, baby? (Brr)
Yellow everythin' this time (yellow)
You know what I'm talkin' about?
Yellow rims (lemons)
Yellow
26 inch tennis shoes, old school paint it maserati blue,
Brought my gun, but forgot my roof, pulling up with your baby boo, ooh ooh it's you know who,
nigga I'm a dope seller
Margiela thousand dollars for the tennis shoes
Make the money, blow the money, blow the money, make the money
I just blew
shoes over the wire
I'm looking at these tennis shoes over the wire
But no change coming
Now we have to get whatever that we after
See past the regular
Tennis shoes
Smoke and booze
Nothing to lose inside my head
Sunday blues
Take a cruise
Nothing to lose inside my head
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