Lyrics:
on some Medford shit
Oregon
Catch a fade
Another sunny summer day
Sell a sack and get some gas
And get your ass to apple gate
Cinnamon inside my cereal
I’m
apples fallin' from the sky.
D-Ropped and A-Bomb, E-Ricket Blood was shed.
A-C-N-D:
Another Crab Nigga, Dead.
Oh, muthafuckin', well, punk bitches.
apples fallin' from the sky.
D-Ropped and A-Bomb, E-Ricket Blood was shed.
A-C-N-D:
Another Crab Nigga, Dead.
Oh, muthafuckin', well, punk bitches.
experiences
Down below the Oregon Border
(and fuck San Bernardino)
I'm there in my dreams
I'm there in my nightmares
And I got to sing about it all day long
Long story short
It's important what's forgotten
Old pair of Jordans
She be sporting like she got 'em
Fly with her own wings
Like she's Oregon I'm
ball sack
Just a single thought about it make'em have a heart attack
Growin' up always knew that I'm a different breed (Breed)
Yeah I be that apple but I
comes out in Portland
I'm talking Oregon and Maine
Might stick around til the colors change
I just gotta get out out most days you see
I like walking
[REDRUM 781]
Crabs can't fade this because I made this to be stainless
The mind is a terrible thing to waste so I leave you brainless
The shit
vocal-wise Trav is def
This shit is permanent. You shouldn't even be concerned with it
Unless you rock a crab apple with a worm in it
You freshmen to this
of Cucamonga
Oh oh, bitter olives in the sun
Oh oh, I had me some lovin'
And I done some time
Since I came down from Oregon
There's a lesson or two I've learned
offended
When you say that I'm
Not your type
Choose one
Candy apple or mimosa bar
She only like me
Cause she said I drive fast cars
She never lied
My daily
of Cucamonga
Oh, oh bitter olives in the sun
Oh, oh I had me some loving
And I done some time
Since I came down from Oregon
There's a lesson or two I've learned
The lobster lets
Itself get boiled
Looks too hard to climb
Out of the pot with all the crabs
Fear the unknown
Who taught you that?
One hundred million trees
power, Marxist, Feminist
It all got lost for the upper-class Communists
Now when you dance all in white you tune in to God
Crab apple sour, saline
put up half a fight
Blunt burn like apple cider
I unleash my appetite
Eating em up like escargot
I gotta feast with the best Merlot
Beat on the beat for
mad niggas
Parched for the parchment, paper chasing
And draining energy till there's
Nothing more to give
I seen too many ghost towns, like Oregon
It's
wouldn't like to hear it said
As he's too proud, so I do it in his stead:
He shall need an extensionâ??so it read.
--Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt
Coring apples and carving cans
You passed your first exam
You can take your notes and tokes
Of signals made of smoke
No joke it is, off you go to Cannabis
the word to my mother
I love the motherfucking game, I like my bird to be smothered
Apple juice Beamer at Costco's
Rock and roll shit still make you do
Don't let a rapper be your role model
Control verses drunken master drink a whole bottle
Crab emojis mad mechanical orgies
Connect four from
and sputtering and choking
On air
I would bread bake and stuff it
Full of crab meat
But it explains that it's gills
Wilt from gravity
They're so much less tasty
stick my pen in ya top
But ya top is yo bottom
And ya bottom is an apple
Don't clam up crab apple
Or battle
Just wanna make ya loose and give you dat
There's a crab apple tree that's been flourishing freely
On the side of the train tracks, down by me
There's a crab apple tree that's been
be rid of her!"
Quick, for the potion, we have to get three dozen crab-apples that fell off a raggedy old tree right in the southwestern corner
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