Lyrics:
a case of plasticine down
Baby I can immolate
And it's rotten in my rounds
Sister's in my way
I'm as fast as my home town
Green glass it most
in brings anxiety
A deity is higher but people can drive you to wanna meet God faster
Slow down for green pastures
We all livin in the valley
all of you aboard my flight
A flight that's promised to take you high
Way high up in the sky
So get out'cha blunts
Ya Dutchmasters and ya Backwoods
Philly where you make it out
But it's never safe in
Play this whenever you wanna play this
Call me George Bush cause I'm blowin'
Up when I'm with my clique
thinking boo
This guys an idiot so ima hit his nose wit a boop
I been feeling good put his face in my boobs
Both going home take a trip to the moon
Wake up
Nights He Kept Me Safe,
Sometimes He Even Walked Away But I Was Flying Then Only Felt The Heat Like A Firemen
Spark Up In My Mind, A lot Of Lose Wiring
So
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
tis ? spark when weed went up
The Cocoa leaf is slightly damp
Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato plants
And jets get charted marquee
discuss this when we're home
The chiller spine tingler
Make hairs in your body stand up
It's a Christmas jingler
What did I come for to feed the poor
'cause I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!
Yo, call my lawyer
They ran up on me son, ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my
pretty to sleep alone
Nah baby we ain't going home alone
See the green that's in you're eyes
Only green I need to get high
Got me feeling like I'm the man
in line to come to me
If your left hand go stop you
Make you cut am off
Them niggas can't show up
Bro we set it off
Illuminate fuck nigga want turn
and was raised, In place
Where its hot in the shade
Like ninety six degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it
can't escape it's a fucked up maze
Staying home just depraves the energy
Falling back into binge TV
Maybe we could get away from all of it
Get to Mars in
is always homebound
For fulfillment of my soul
I'm going home now
Alone n throwing up my overrhoughts
Zoned out
A stoic poet but in touch w my
And so the wicked came to lead him from his home
Through leveled trees and trampled pastures, the ruins he would roam
But still they want for more,
renting nigga I fucking own
Take your chick while you clocking and bring her to your home
Treat her like she be the greats my dick is Larry Holmes
Booooook
be trapping sensational
I going to smoke green
High as fuck like I'm in the sky
This bitch going to snitch
Ain't no love down till I die
Ain't no live
heaven dear may have
suggested to promise us
But these waves scare me
I am going to die
in full despair
Wake up where?
On second breath in life
loco my puffs coco
Swearing and betting you think you gon' win
Without the green, an appalling goblin
I start to grin
When i start to sin
Spark it up
man, alright peace out man
Shits Crazy
I guess that I gotta explain
Why I've been going Insane
All this shit up In my brain
I guess that I gotta explain
on the mic
You can see it on your back like a mirror
Shine up with your sparks
Line up all the visions, uh
Cruising on your thoughts like a Sea Ray
I've been
schmoozing doctors in suits had me in a foot race towards the light
This one's for the boys back at home
Keep fightin' everyday
Long live the boys back
happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these
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