GREENGREENGREEN

Green trees lighting HD
 Green trees, green leaves I do safely, yeah
 Green, green, I can tell that she must hate me
 Green face, is it jealousy or envy? (Woah)
 Take green, yeah, they see through
 Dishes 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 (uh)
 Green lime, green juice
 Mix it with a lil' 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 the eyes, they excite me
 Sent a green text, all she said was, "Get inside me"
 I'm sorry
 Green, green where I grew up (ayy)
 Pop beans in the back 'til 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
 You're gon' wanna see this, pull your phones out
 Yeah
 Said you didn't know, well you know now (oh)
 All I see is green, yuh
 Moving on your seat yuh, yuh, yuh
 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 (ayy)
 Let the meds talk, then I know their heads off (ayy)
 I done popped too many pills, made my dick soft (woah)
 Matter of fact, she's the one who got attached, yeah
 She likes blow, ayy, she likes rock, ayy
 Seven lines to be exact, yuh, yuh
 You can fucking check the stats if you wanna take it back, yuh
 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
 She just popped an 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 'til you throw up
 I sip lean on occasion, when my throat's fucked
 This is just me, make an appetite of most drugs