Lyrics:
My eyes are wide open my face to the sky
Is that you, I'm hearing
In the tall grass near by
Ah momma come and find me before I do die
Hey, hey momma,
Money over Everything, designer on my pocket jeans
Designer shit on my hat, racks no store scene
Kept them hater on they job by cashing out on new
STAY WEARY FROM ALL MY PEOPLE THAT WAS BURIED MY UNCLE DIE'D WHEN I WAS EIGHT IT'S HARD TO EXSCAPE RAISE'D BY JACKER'S AND HUSTLER'S NOW EVERYBODY GANG
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
They took that shit to johnny dang put that shit in they mouth
I just came from Louisiana in a fleetwood lac
I just sold them niggas shit that'll put
by the fans
Got the pyrex bowl, microwave on swoll in the kitchen with the pots and the pans
My young niggas stay tatted up no shirt with the tool
Najpierw waliłem wiadra tak dla dobrej fazy
Potem sprzedawałem je by mi tu wpadło trochę kasy (hajs hajs)
Wjebałem sporo tych pieniędzy w kurwa
Cam's man the truth be told
The whole industry is a damn scam
Ran by pricks with big heads
Like an NBA Jam man
I'm the sandman, I'm a 'Lac you a Grand Am
to survive the blast
The only one so don't make him mad
(Get you dragged) Get you dragged from the back of your Lac by a rope around your throat, and some
flesh
your blessed dismembered hands are sand
I'm stranded
I want to be thrown against the wall
By a tall cold dickhead
With a morse-code accent
gone or not
It's the throne that will fall
Drop to the inner courtyard
Before I clutch grass with the
Palm of my hand, stand tall
Scope a king's guard
a sketch from life
I spit into a stream
And I become the stream
I wade through a meadow of tall grass
And I become the grass
Loss identity, loss of us
While
jokin' like Heath Ledger
Wanna stand on my money so tall you gotta measure
Thought you said that we'd do it together
Guess I'll do it by myself forever
I
the grass grow
And I just love the dark of the storm now
So I choose to let you escape through the door now
Know that I could catch you just like before now
remind me of my dog
Sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit
Guys in red cameros too
It's getting to be a habit
Artists remind me of my dog
Staking
"How's it goin', neighbor?"
Why did he have to build a house on that empty lot
With tall oaks and pines and sequoias there?
Year after year, the grass
It's only gettin' better
Do you feel alive?
Cause I'm feelin' a river
And I blame it on the tall grass
(Tall grass)
And wish I had been sleepin'
a tall grass
In a tall grass
Faces in the rain, laughing as we cry
I'll wipe your tears away, we'll let it slide
'Cause when we're honest
When we're
of nowhere place where we take it slow
Aw, but they don't know
All they see is tractors, barbwire and tall green grass
They don't see the years spent
a tall glass
Judgin' by her smile, it's about time to
Shut it down
Lotta work left to do, the sun's still out
But any hay to make can wait for now
bitches
help you put it down bitches
hang around give you pussy by the pound bitches
them do it all bitches
keep you standing tall bitches
you say you
to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think
legal and
Shirt gone, sexy on
Like a mothafucka
Coming from under the
Shade in the place where we lamp
By the bar with the stars
No sand on my sneaks
So I
trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two
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