Lyrics:
enlightened by the chosen man
A little frightened by my foes and fans
I'm still recitin' doing shows with bands
Hold my can knowing that I'll float again
Hey, are you ready to do the Green Freeze Dance
A leprechaun has been playing tricks on people
By taking and hiding their shoes
We're gonna go find
dripping green
Them little boys called me gay 'cause I sip on matcha tea
Please leave my Intro-Inverted self be
Bad lullaby for the past, and all of it is me
The apples are ripe and the plums are red
The broadbeans are sleeping in their blankety bed
Blackberries are juicy and rhubards sour
Marrows fattening hour by
the petals off wild flower patches,
Magic happens!
Behold, pity the lowlife parish.
Doom City barracks left remorse coursed on a horse-drawn carriage by
When you livin' how I do you always got it in demand
When you living out ya life you got to take it by a chance
And if you come and fuck wit me then I'm
heaven sent
Maybe then the bitches will come and sit like its reticent
Yeah, like its reticent
I get a spark and then I light it Thomas Edison
From
her apple bum bonita
Said that's apple bum Bonita
Said that's apple bum Bonita
Pretty little ting from Arizona
I said hi it's nice to meet ya
I said hi
Looking for my place to shine, yeah
Girl you look as sweet as apple pie
Running from the back by the trash way back in the Ville, on the flat right where I
I got a shirt made by little girl's hands,
In a little warehouse on a little island.
I bet she's even got herself a little boyfriend,
But she'd
are to be seen.
Don't you see the little lambs by the dams a-playing?
The cuckoo is singing in the shady grove.
The flowers they are springing,
The leaves start changing
Green and Yellow Red and Brown
What a colorful dreamland
Everywhere just look around
Hay riding
Bundled up close with warm apple
the mirror
but I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
The same pain and defeat we're sharing
She tell little white lies
blame it on the night
Stuck in
‘I Can Only’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson and Jeron ‘Ness Lee’ Thomas
VERSE 1 - Collin Gibson
Florida sun, Im cruising with my heart
the lights all over me
'Til the blue is covered by the red and green
I got ourselves a little Christmas tree
But you're not here to decorate it with me
Silent
You marched away and left this town
As empty as can be
I can't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
For there is no secret lover
green apple in its place
And Id prefer on any day a big green apple in its place
Dont ask for their permission
Theyll never say that youre allowed
Be
Muscled, black with steel green eye
Swishing through the rye grass
With thoughts of mouse and apple pie
Tail balancing at half-mast
And the mouse
little patch of green.
Won't you lie down here right now
In this September grass?
Won't you lie down with me now,
September grass.
Oh,
You marched away and left this town
As empty as can be
I can't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
For there is no secret lover
Mothers eating peanuts as she laces up the kids’ eyes
Apple pies are cooking for the trophy wives little thrills
Kids are doing dishes as they turn
yellow, and green to keep white folks from running into each other
By the way how you gon' invent a cotton gin when you ain't picked no cotton?
If necessity
You marched away and left this town
As empty as can be
I can't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
For there is no secret lover
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