GREENGREENGREEN

Green trees, lighting HD

Green trees, green leaves, I do safely

Green, green, I can tell that she must hate me

Green face, is it jealousy or envy? Whoa

Take green, yeah, they see through

Dish green like a salad, it ain't seafood

Different colored pills, I got orange, red, green, blue

I would pick green, but she wouldn't let me choose, yeah, yeah

Green eyes, matching green shoes

Suicide got me hanging from a green noose, seem to

Green lime, green juice

Mix it with a little vodka, call it Green Goose, yeah, yeah

You'll see soon

I just had to flex, I ain't mean to

I ain't mean to

I'm just sorry, we don't cash checks

We just hit that green, green, green where I grew up

We smoke trees in the back of the tour bus

The green flames in her eyes, they excite me

Sent her green texts, all she said was, "Get inside me"

I'm sorry

Green, green where I grew up

Pop beans in the back till you throw up

I sip lean on occasion when my throat's fucked

This is just me, make an appetite of most drugs

Pull your phones out, yeah

You're gon' wanna see this, pull your phones out

Yeah, you said you didn't know, well, you know now

All I see is green, yeah

Moving on your seat, yeah, yeah

All I see is green, all I see is green, all I see is green

It's green where the grass grows, let the cash flow

You can keep your head high, keep that ass low, ay

Let the meds talk, then I knock their heads off, ay

I done popped too many pills, made my dick soft, whoa

Matter of fact, she's the one who got attached, yeah

She likes blow, ay

She likes rock, ay

Seven lines to be exact, yeah, yeah

You can fucking check the stats if you wanna take it back, yeah

You'll see soon

I just had to flex, I ain't mean to, yeah

I ain't mean to

I'm just sorry, we don't cash checks

We just hit that green, green, green where I grew up

She just popped a Addy, well, I guess that makes the two of us

Terror, terror, I'm a flag at TSA

And I go stupid on the beat if I produce it in a day

You a lame, though

Green, green, now you're shooting from the neck down

Talk loud, I might rip your fucking throat out

Hometown, city that'll wear your bones out

Talking like your paranoia, bitch, I'm Xanned out

Pop beans in the back till you throw up

I sip lean on occasion when my throat's fucked

This is just me, make an appetite of most drugs