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smoked
We gon' pop shit (Pop shit)
Broke with all that opp shit
We know he a joke
Lil' nigga call him Croton (Croton)
I'm the fresh prince
Gucci button

the lemon trees banter
And walk with me away, to the gardens that grow!
And the Orchids and Crotons,
They dance under waters of silver and green
And the stray

Gettin fried lookin like a croton
Till my eyes saw the red and blues on
What to do didn’t have a clue doors locked
We were runnin outa moves
Six o’clock

Nonequivalence, nine hundred newtons

Crush you like crotons, you plus Houston

Hiero's like dipoles inside a silo

Turbulence ten-fold, never simple

Defies

appreciate the listens
Mentally was missing
Top gone
Top off a new jawn
Feed the hood crotons with coupons
Or their pick and preference
Mix my songs with many

won't be nun
I got a pocket full of weed I'm finna roll up
I made 100 in a week I'm bout to move up
I got a bad vegan bitch she eating crotons
I just

the real luv
Fuck with hi-tops you ain't feeling low cuts
You don't wanna move on to a croton
You want nigga that's solid make you feel strong
Got you you

Colorful loose leaves
Like croton foliage. This forest - it moves me
Veins crawl through the air as Banyan branches
Jewels of Opar, Lilies, and Night Jasmine

realist and illest
Like milo of croton, I stomp the scene son
Pinnum pinnum thatti mutti chorinju nokki
Sredha onnu veezjuvaan, swayam onnu vazhthuvaan

been)

It's been 365 days
(Too long)
I need you added to my salad
(Croton's)
And how we ghost each other with no problem
We were supposed to fly away

(Next stop, Croton-Harmon)
Please tell me how it felt trying to wring blood from a stone
Did you feel alone
Did that feeling last
I'd tell you if you

a Broadway play
At Croton Harmon see great art on display
At Danbury go see the museum of trains
The Birthplace of New York at White Plains

Metro North

the Indians watched to pick us off while skinning the buffalo.

He fed us on such sorry chuck I wished myself most dead,
It was old jerked beef, croton