GReen powerrranger.mp3

My heart cold it's like the liquor in this plastic cup I talk to nan every now and then but don't ask for much I'm slipping from myself it's feeling like a passive punch Hard to spoon fed your bullshit I had a massive lunch My eyes open I'm wide wide awake I been tired lately Running circles round you gooses my shit fire lately Half asleep sprawling verses in my dreams Wake up with a 16 scratched inside my pillow seems It's just the way that shit seems When you running low beams Dawg I'm feeling so green Yeah (yeah) I sip the chalice for every notch in this talisman The gods still delivering everything i asked of them Better shit gon come to me that's one truth i stay adamant These little fish stay getting fried they need a battering Toss the pages never get to show them what I'm saying When filleting them sentences best to wear an apron Mr meticulous Never get to finish shit I'm drowning in them same lies that I been swimming in At the top spitting dribble on them bunk rats The smell of Bond Street on the shadow of a moustache Grease in the shape of an organ on his lunch bag Talking slow as fuck but still he sharper than a thumb tack It's the way shit be When you run on those beads Dawg I'm feeling so green Yeah (yeah)