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stay in bed
Until about ten and
Then I start to worry
Has my day gone blurry
Now I can't believe
That it's already eight-thirty
I leave my shoes by

Closed walls but you act like you know me
How could I be so naive?

Gracious moments followed by disaster
I let you in 
I let you win 
 
Time is

down
They could give a fuck about your future
they gone take you out
(Foreal)
Always kept it pushing nigga look at where I made it now
I ain't even

hating ass niggas bitch In they 9 11
Who want they green stacked up to The ceiling
Who stay drugged up Kuz they ain’t Wanna feel no feelings
To the ones

taste good with drank
Leanin' on green, creamin' a bitch face
When I'm on the Xans, I don't get too faded
Focused but fucked up, I coat up and choke it

to pass
but it's gone indeed.
The green died
and the sky got higher.
It may possibly be happiness.
Things all I can see
emit the glitten.
Even if I don't

I got a new coupe

I got a new coupe with a new bitch
Pull up, pop up we flexin'
Got niggas stressin' they can't stop us
I'm backstage in the green

I want you to
All this envy passing by me
I think I want it to
All this ivy trying to line me, poison me with the truth
What's the truth?
You despise

me blue
You paint my face red, I brush it off onto you
I'm the deer on the wall
Of the cave when we fall
By the fire in the dawn, I can see it when

red
Yeah ill crawl to top
I'll get so much green that it'll turn it to blue
And when you see me you’ll say, What the fuck happened to you
Yeah bitch I'm

Gimme the green light watch it go down
Ahh
Turn my music so loud
Ahh
Ain't about to give my soul out
Ahh
Making my momma so proud 
If the devil wanna get

Over Here

Tha Alkaholiks

Firewater

2006

don't stress, doja, straight to the chest
Now hold it, get loaded
I'm the bomb Young Stunna that old new old school dude
88, fin' to "Act a Fool"

Friends of Mr. Cairo

Vangelis

Synthesizer Greatest Gold

1992

we can do it!
Woman: Oh, no, Johnny, no...

[interlude]
Frankie: Okay now, just lean up against that door. When I give the word "Go" we just..., we

never open your eyes
You never really know
You never really know what hits you till it's gone
Carry me home
Carry me home
Carry me home
When the water

bench
Run off on your bitch, now she on camera
Taking a whole another inch
I'm stacking green like the Grinch, her ass fat, I give it a pinch
Tell that

the garden wants to hear her moans
Cover up your wicked ways now, run away
The voice in the sky has something to say
And it pierces the eardrums like

thinking
So if I just took a nap right now, would that be wierd or whatever?
Nah, you're fine

Rap what I rap, and I aim it at you
Words in a cap, so I take

Imma live my life, ain't gon' pass me by
Now shut the fuck up let's go for a ride
(Let's go)
Slashing, gashing, fat blunt passing
Gassing, cashing, big

the love that's dead and gone
By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring

In a pawn shop in Chicago

Golden Ring

George Jones

The Essential George Jones: The Spirit of Country

1994

the love that's dead and gone
By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring

In a pawn shop in Chicago

Through the green leaves
Into your room
You don't see me
It's been eight hours
I'm stuck please help me

What had happened was
I'd been thinkin'

sure that it's alright
Since everything feels Otherwise
Otherwise you're not sure and neither am I
The affection is already gone with no way to revive it

High, go get it, we gone' knock if it's green

My niggas trophies, handle up when it's beef
Yea, Yea, Yea, Like What I Say

shit
Grab my weed cause I feel quick
And I'ma tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke
I'm into green, nigga love to choke
Followed by a Newport
Cloud