Lyrics:
I walk through a garden, my feet bare on the grass
Sailing seas of lilies, and daffodils I pass
And I'll stroll by the rosebuds, and lilacs near
death moans
See the smooth black nuggets by the thousands laying here
Petrified but justified are these Apache tears
Dead grass dry roots hunger
amazin'
Bitch, I've been blazin', I'm talkin' grass, I ain't talkin' grazing
They just hit the tape while I sip scotch let the haters kick rocks
My shit
a summer
Go and get the runners, I don't need a gunner
Me, myself and my pistol by the stomach
Square Root because you'll never get the number
Where
your body, drying you drop by drop.
You're giving full body weight to the earth, immersing in it slowly and softly.
The grass is massaging your back
Moving through the burning of the hill
Never knowing that your burning your life away
Standing on a Brand New Spot
On a Brand New Day
On the same Grass
We've been going at this for a while now
Seeing you shotgun riding by my side now
Got me thinking 'bout a slow little settle down
I got this vision
clean
All my days move in threes like I'm chasing the bees
I'm just replacing the speed
Now I sit down on the grass start enjoying the breeze
My name is
Been knocked done before, they didn't really see the vision
Grass is getting greener, mother nature, have you seen her
Turner song song off never Tina
on the outskirts
I wish I was runnin' by your house first
Something 'bout a summer in the South, sure
Shines like gold down these old
Round bail river valley
with the strenght of every one of the four elements
Aaaaahhhh x
Step by step walk your road
The road is tough but will get you there
The road will guide
The snakes say the grass full of snakes like they ain’t one
Focused on my roots, best remember where I came from
It ain’t over til' I say done
Here my face in
calamity
Taps the root of sick mindsets centered on vanity
Ats the nations axing the world and acting handsomely
Absent minded, the future's abstract
gas without causing an accident
Pump my gas, cut my grass, I can't take out the f- trash
Without someone passing through my sub', harassing
I'd count
end?
Can't pump my gas without causing an accident
Pump my gas, cut my grass, I can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my
and Sunday morning choir
I'm prayers up to heaven, roots down in Kentucky
Made by God and country
Made by God and country
I'm hallelujah hands high
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
what lovers we were
What lovers we were when there were carpets of grass
Then something shattered and it all went so awry
We couldn't make it a mile for
a summer
Go and get the runners, I don't need a gunner
Me, myself and my pistol by the stomach
Square Root because you'll never get the number
Where
pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds,
yes marijuana blues
You don't use the roots, you don't use the seed
Dry it up and smoke it, it's the ethnic weed
Unh marijuana, yes marijuana, mmm
wine
And there's a holy spirit maybe
But she would never rent a room with walls built by mankind
Mary and Mohammad
Are screaming through the clouds
For
the heavens missed the irony
See the root im judged by those designing me
But they would rather lie to me
Made me have to show another side of me
I spit some
grow say the tiny seeds
Root by root by leaf by leaf
Snip trim neat as a pin
Secateurs are marching
Kitty cat's watching rein it in
Kids are in
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