you Even told myself that I would find somebody new Time and tears have come and gone but not your memory But I'll be over you when the grass grows over
river that is all dried up I'm an ocean nothing floats on I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot I'm a moon that never
dem a cheating and a lying See dem a shootin' our children And we're standing aside, doing nothing And we're holdin' our head and crying. Sitting in the grass
Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil The pot or kettle, uh The metal let 'em burn like Earth
ran out of options Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me They burn on every block,
Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap I be Talking Gwap, I be Talking Gwap [Verse 2:] Purple purple Kush pack Kitchen burning kush back Try 2 find me Lies
. In your eye's I'm picture perfect. In your eye's the grass is greener. Have you seen it though my eye's. Cause through my eye's. Stars are burning
the preacher raised to the ceiling, "Tell God your pain." To him the world's defiled. In Lot he sees a likeness there; he swears this Sodom will burn
see the rain is falling Inside I'm slowly dying But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying And you Don't you know my tears will burn the pillow
Summer stretching on the grass Summer dresses pass In the shade of a willow tree Creeps a crawling over me Over me and over you Stuck together with
SUMMER stretching on the grass?summer dresses pass in the shade of a willow tree creeps a crawling over me over me and over you stuck together with God
I bought two all fours, stunt till I drive 'Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot You buy a bottle, I buy the bar I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras
Reflecting on what's been Though past will be future When again yesterday to be made For me hazy times fume all around Burning grass in a field of
Rosetta.. Sweet Loretta Fart thought she was a cleaner but she was a frying pan, yeah Rosetta... The picker! The picker! Picture the fingers burning
my side watch it fertalize. 'Cause you shoved your finger, Right down my throat, And you made me puke up all of my pride. Pop the beach balls, Burn
merciful friend And then I ask myself Is this the end? Memories linger Sad yet sweet And I think of the souls In heaven who will be Alters are burning
We can run but can't escape tha beast, no Tickin' by that snake in tha grass, that snake in tha grass by that snake in tha grass. Better sticked, and
