Lyrics:
Get to the bag
Smoking on Christmas straight tress
Put a bad bitch on her knees
Fuck with my life what you think
I'll Houdini ya family tree
Ain't
dicen qué es la que hay
Pa'l piña colada para probar
Y vamo' a celebrar
Un, dos, tress, vamos
Un, dos, tress, vamos
Tu tienes de eso, yo tengo esto
Si
Spoil on me
Think about everything to the sunrise
And everytime im alone
A call your name
Been tress a long for you
This race is time even through
I
Ritchie on the beat
I say we the type of niggas that got lean in our carry on
LB with the pack I got the tress (Ey)
Checki vile msupa ana dance issa
Who will hear our cries?
We can not take this
We must break the chain
Our land
Our air
Our sea
Our tress
One world
One choice
One life
One death...
Live from the ville it's crazy
Big ass bag of the tress it's hazy
High then a bitch I'm zooted
I see past fake friends and illusions
I fire up
Egg-shell mind
Blood in the streets
In the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs
And the palm tress of Venice
Blood in my love
In the terrible
Egg-shell mind
Blood in the streets
In the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs
And the palm tress of Venice
Blood in my love
In the terrible
Now the tress all sway to rhythm
And the children play to rhythm
All the birdies flap their wings in rhythm too
Oh, the breezes float to rhythm
Why do you whisper, green grass?
Why tell the tress what ain't so?
Whispering grass, the trees don't have to know
no, no
Why tell them all your
Why do you whisper, green grass?
Why tell the tress what ain't so?
Whispering grass, the trees don't have to know
no, no
Why tell them all your
Now the tress all sway to rhythm
And the children play to rhythm
All the birdies flap their wings in rhythm too
Oh, the breezes float to rhythm
in the boat
And a big rattlesnake
If you tried to make the break
Had a swarm of bees, a gorilla in the tress
Aw, where did you get the sense
To get
and the palm tress of Venice
Blood in my love, in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A
Blood screams her brain to chop off her fingers
denied
Do I want to expatriate
Or I, I live in the United State
Watch the tress in the wind when it's starting to blow
Is the reason to leave, is it
the lover, become a fable, become a fable
When the beloved shows his face, let it fill you, become a mirror
When the beloved opens her tress, become a comb,
Your scented tress makes the violet flower envious
When you laugh, the rose bud of your lips opens
O my rose, sweet of perfume,
don't break
estando la luna llena,
sinco balasos sonaron,
tress acabaron con pedro do a hasinto mataron,
dos amigos dos caballos dos pistolas y un amor,
los amigos ya
heart)
The storm didn't kill me
The government changed
Hear the answer call
Hear the song rearranged
Hear the tress, the ghosts and the buildings
return all you get is nothing
Damn, you got me fucked up and I'm feelin' it more
Never had a mis-tress dis-tressed before
Oh come on ma, like it ain't
Why do you whisper, green grass?
Why tell the tress what ain't so?
Whispering grass, the trees don't have to know
no, no
Why tell them all your
heart)
The storm didn't kill me
The government changed
Hear the answer call
Hear the song rearranged
Hear the tress, the ghosts and the buildings
played by god on you and me
A cruel act of divinity
Only dreams of winters dead leaves
Falling from tress
Falling on me
Hanging three feet from
See the birds unfolding on the tress see them blossom into leaves
Wise men know someone above has made it so
See the daffodil and crocus there
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