Lyrics:
hounded out by
Everyone! Met with hatred
Everywhere! No kind word from
Anyone! No compassion
Anywhere!
Christine, Christine why, why?
(RAOUL and GIRY
making moves
I swear it happens all the time
Pop a pill I lost my mind
On the real, I called my mom
Bout to get some low-pros on my whip
Now you can
side in a world so cold and so dark
A world so dark (stay wide awake)
A world so cold
A world where only some will go (stay wide awake)
But none
gradually getting stranger
The supernatural to sex, I know I'm in danger
Who's the arranger of life and death?
If there is some kind of God, he would give
by things the hard way
Well you learn how to hold on tight
So don't think you can waltz in here, and take her without a fight
This ain't just some
not by
Trinkets and
Letters to David Cameron but
To live freely
To live
Crawling upon astroturf
Wailing like some sort of mad
Evangelist
We don't
We
don't know why they be doubting
On my own they all know I keep it low key
On an island smoking dope inside the palm trees
You did some things that you
don't know
Why they be doubting
On my own they all know I keep it low key
On an island smoking dope
Inside the palm trees
You did some things that you
BESIDE ME, WE'LL PRETEND TO CHART
A COURSE IN OUR MINDS WITH THIS JOINT I ROLLED
THE NEON REMINDS ME OF TREES STRUNG WITH LIGHTS
YOUR STOCKINGS REMIND ME
This shit hot like some kerosene
Big ol' house with mezzanine
On the hill, the trees are green
I don't know where to go
All my cards start to fold
Of where I'm at most of the time like
Kind of aloof and salty and
Also young and black
Last question there's a poem about you
Written in
1995 by your family
If I loved her like Jesus does
She'd prolly still be here today
But I swore my allegiance
To guitars and neons
And lights that shine on my name
You
catch me on the porch with these demons
Springtime looks like my soul needs some cleanin
Monsters on the way to pick me up hear em screamin
Bumpin tracks
surrender.
Trees soon started to grow from what seemed like a lifeless neck...
From a monster to a beauty in quick months...
Its life seemed to be on its
murderer!
He must be found!
Hounded out by everyone!
Met with hatred everywhere!
No kind word from anyone!
No compassion anywhere!
Christine,
Remember walking in the park, talking to the trees
Feeling they held some kind of secret
And when you knew no one was near
You fell down upon your knees
it all to win the fight
I had to fall so many times (oh-oh-oh)
Now I'm the last one standin'
Yeah, you know the code we gotta live by
Never mind
at a time
The doctor said I need more exercise
I said, "What kind of exercise?"
She said, "It doesn't matter, any kind"
I figure I'd have to get some
a plan. Said He picture Perfect, Did it in advance. Sneakers still dirty, He ain't never seen a band. Blew up in the game, found some trees and some land. c
If you could see in his room right now
You'd see how much love is showed
There's never really any romance on the road
His forehead seems cut in two
By
and shit
Money trees, swear a nigga need some shade
From a block where they'll kill you off the color of ya Jays
So nigga just come correct, my niggas demand
today was kind of different
Didn't care about the news, or what I was missing
I look to the left, got my Queen by my side
Reached in my ashtray, there's
my eye
Guess that's mean I'm bright, right
Neon lights holy glowing kind
Been past blew ya mind
Ahchu Gesundheit
Don't bless me unless you know that
Who's Dr. Greenthumb, anybody seen him
Not another white bitch, time for a re-run
Need some green sum, seen some homie
Send you a ton but I keep some
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