Lyrics:
There they are, the harvestman
Kicking up their dust again
Of nature's call, in crows canyon
These souls sewn in by gusts of wind
Harvestman.
Green on some cool shit
singing some gospel soul music
it's hostile I guess use, it it's awful but I do it
what's happening while we chilling
jeans
White polo, and gray Vans for green onesies
I wouldn’t have believed this shit myself
I had to talk to the prison psychiatrist
When I got here i
Head by the daily, damn I forgot her name, think it was Hailey
Leave and come in a Mercedes
God damn, I'm crazy with rabies
Fuckin' around with
She must think I’m stupid she must think that I’m insane
AYE I WAS IN DA PROJECTS THINKING BOUT A PRIVATE JET
BY THE GREEN LIGHT TOLD ME GO SO I
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
The story begins like a Dickens Novel, David Copperfield "I am born"
And naw nigga we all just can't get along
5996 A-L The Year of Light Illuminati
with homies together
Ayo listen
I've been in music since twelve
thank god my soul is back right now
Thank god I'm rapping now
I think some rats
they
dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times
Wayne (ah-ha)
Batman, tutto Balmain (seh)
Pila di cash il mio green pass
Io Sinatra e tu Fontaine (brrr)
Ho appuntamento con mezzo milione
E c'ho il
(Tweaker) mm, mm, mm, mm
(Yung Star on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I done got green from the
Yeah
a bottle of good Chartreuse
The lights were green and gold, we played Latin soul
By the time Priscilla put the Al Green on
The bottle was gone
On the top
Estamo' pa' quedarnos, no es subidón
Rey de las aguas como Poseidon
Hablo con las máscaras flow halloween
Me tiro en rojo no espero al green
La paso
alma, rompió mi soul
Kobe pase para Paul - Gasol
Gasol pase para Kobe el goat
acude al ocaso en caso de perder el sol
las pistas slow, los zapatos low
y
Exhalo Steam del Green
Le paso al Team
Champnagne no hay lean
Al chin chin
Traigo toa' la magia en una caja tuneada del Smint
El Txamping
El camping del
Telling you how music's supposed to be
Cos it's a game played by those who love celebrity
And that's not what music supposed to be
Al Green, Sam Cook
Davis
Let's add Al Green, folks I miscalculated
Now it's Ludacris time, "Move - get out my way bitch!"
A rapper's rapper, the kid can do this
To you
One call yea that's all
Then I'll fall through
I like al my weed green
Hunnids all blue
I'm gone I'm gone
You was on too
I hang wit them Gs
So don't
enough
So if you ain't bringing
Good music or business
Burger off
I'll like dan green
Got soul like al green
I mean when I have to be
On and off screen
And shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called
"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan't performed in
Public since he's now
About the trouble he was in
Yeah deep down in his soul
He just wantedå¼o go
An you can tell by the look on his face
He's all caught up with the need
I remember camping in Green Valley Campground
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard
And I fell in
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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