Lyrics:
the winter morning
The black trees turn to green
So silent
The silence
Pierce your soul
And enters your mind
You feel your soul
Floating
And your thoughts
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
berry rockhead look
You got the al green hot grits look
You grill is made of steel and can't be real
You got that spiderman brace face been
Hit in
MANDATORY!
My story ain't that complex
Two forties and a Rolex
I rip, I rock, I roll G
I trim my hair with the Flowbee
Got soul G
Like Al Green
Co-coolin'
The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restore'th my soul
York
More green I can hawk cause I can talk the talk
So don't try to stalk cause my style brings more
I rock it from the Billy Ocean to the Al B.
york
More green I can hawk cause I can talk the talk
So don't try to stalk cause my style brings more
I rock it from the billy ocean to the al b.
Sun drenched roads and sweat soaked shirts remind me
Smell of the heat takes me back to days gone by
These lonely roads are rough and still I ride
couldn’t see the sky, but not because there was an ancient wood outside. “Where is my forest? Where are the green meadows?” Too many years passed by, while
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows
Mase got something to say and it goes
(Maseo is rocking on the radio)
Now I think we're talking 'bout
duke it out like men
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
And I was the Green Hornet Bilal'd be Kato
Right by my side kickin up dust
cut what?
Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
And the only bullets by my stomach be
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows
Mase got something to say and it goes
(Maseo is rocking on the radio)
Now I think we're talking 'bout
You're the one to piss take
Vampire wood stake
You're the one to choose fate
Grim Reaper soul break
Undertaker heart take
Ghost green lost faith
On lean
tolerate no ho shit, don't give a damn where you from, nigga, go back
I can still remember buyin' that cutlass
Bumpin' Al Green, Bobby Womack
And when it
spit it for the lords, and the for the folks
and for the crips and for the bloods
Im like an american dream
Role to the green, with the souls
It don't matter where you're from'n, young'n
Jaysaun, you can hear the bullets hummin
Young'n comin at ya coast signed by
EdoG as Pete smacks ya
Need
Far over the high mountains and walls of fog, crowned by the River you may find Her... the great, green plane that is my land, I also think of Her when
They took her to Elizabeth Taylor to dry clean
The lone seamstress, who was schemin' on Al's Green
You know they shoot for the stars and buck wild
and thousand chains on, I got put up on
Ever green baggies, sellin' capsules, runnin' in classrooms
Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule
Smile like
I began writing Poetry as a teen./
Produced by the era of the unseen/
The kind of music that makes a girl like you.
Every song I have ever seen/
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
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
the green like a corn farm
O boy we go
Way up straight up
Oboy we go
Way up straight up
Cross me night night
Shooters drive by
Cross me night night
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