GRASS REMIX (feat. Secquoia & Irie Givens)

I got no shoes on I got my feet in the grass You say I got what you need Maybe, but You need what I lack I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got no shoes on I know this feeling will last Maybe I got what I need You only know I lack, cuz Head in the clouds Feeling proud Loud Came back for the remix Now Just like that Fell back to rap And you know we gon' do that Fight back with some passion Hold the Earth, put your back in Full support when you need it Visualize, you can breathe it Sky with the force, we believe it Making these dreams with a passion Felt my flow, then I past it 2 Myles with the gas grip We sit where the grass is (Bitch) (I got no shoes on I got my feet in the grass) Fuck that! Only eating meat Once a week If it's seasoned and vegan, in fact Then I'm leavin with meaning intact Didn't need anything to retract But it's green and in season Believe it Galactic House team on the map Yeah Fax a receipt of your reason for being No whack MC 'bout to be on my track If you heated, then put it on wax Otherwise, get the fuck off my back Yeah (Uh) It would be wise to relax Maybe get outta ya house for a sec Break down a sack'a that Can-i-bless Roll up 'n' spark it I'm me This the remix It's stacked! I got no shoes on I got my feet in the grass You say I got what you need Maybe, but You need what I lack I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got no shoes on I got my feet in the grass You say I got what you need Maybe, but You need what I lack I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass Maaaannn I put my feet in the speakers To speak of this good groove Like it's cooked food Seasoned demeanor She say I look stank I say naw I look meaner The TV could screen up the scene that I'm meaning You wouldn't get it No heat in ya streaming like wooden spigots Then you wondering "Where did he get his digits?" Not from blundering over you fuckin' bigots Still do that rapper shit if you gon' overlook me Bring your girl if you wanna push me Over my rainbow to my Range Rove Like I won't Kinsey 4 the pussy No longer the rookie, don't book me for Cookie-cutter Gucci-gutter motherfuckers Wantin' a verse Pull up to the stu with a purse Like I'm ready Pay for the hearse I got no shoes on I got my feet in the grass You say I got what you need Maybe, but You need what I lack I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got no shoes on I got my feet in the grass You say I got what you need Maybe, but You need what I lack I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass I got my feet in the grass (GRASS!) I got my feet in the grass, grass I got my feet in the, feet in the I got my knees in the grass, grass I got my knees in the, knees in the I got my teeth in the grass, grass I got my teeth in, the teeth in the I got my meat in the grass, grass I got my meat in the, meat in the