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Everything Is Green
- #THEORY (The Art of Money)
- Everything is green, whether tea, lean, or weed
- money trees, getting cream, for the dolla I'm a fiend
- it haunts me in my dreams, my brain was caught
- by insane cash running, and my train of thought
- is off the track, but I'm shippin whatever to get the dough
- whether workin on my flow and rapping in the studio
- everybody knows that's only thing that I'm living for
- please, I'm dying of thirst, ask the trees to give me more
- on the zigga ziggas pullin the triggers for figures, figure
- precision mind aimed at the green, turning colors, lizard
- now it's caught up in the mix, and now I'm twisted
- for the cash, too many motherfuckers gettin on my hitlist
- what is this? An alternate world without human beings
- just me swimming in lonely stacks, my lucid dreams
- I said I had a dream, and I ain't talkin Martin Luther King
- now it got me doing brutal things, for the dough, man
- #HOOK
- Pussy, money, weed, tea, all a nigga need
- I used to say, until the day I'm lazy, weird, or caught in greed
- thinkin bout my life, askin myself "what does it mean"
- pussy, money, weed, tea, everything is green
- #STEREO #DEMON (The Art of Weed)
- Uptight motherfuckers, what kinda marriage you wanna?
- Legalize first, faggots or fags, hot as a sauna
- everything is green, and when I'm blazin that weed
- I'm Mother Nature's seed, spread the love from the machines
- feeling like a king or I'm ruling as a queen
- my regimes supply high powered weed knowledge scenes
- dank sticky kush, I think I need a lighter, damn
- OJ Kush and White Widow make me feel like I'm Spider Man
- I only mow lawns, and from that I barely make a cent
- well I do, just spend it easy, this month I was late for rent
- my Mama's kickin me out her house, don't want me anymore
- fucking bitch, what's her problem? So, yea, I'm twenty four
- I failed college, now I'm on the sidewalk, cardboard
- box I'm sitting on, asking for money to buy some more
- they call me a bum, a lazy pothead, fuck what they say
- what am I here for? To smoke weed every damn day
- #HOOK
- Pussy, money, weed, tea, all a nigga need
- I used to say, until the day I'm lazy, weird, or caught in greed
- thinkin bout my life, askin myself "what does it mean"
- pussy, money, weed, tea, everything is green
- #I'M #THE #SHIT (The Art of Tea)
- I love pussy, money, weed, but not as much as tea
- I think I need some more, can you pour me some please?
- I love my fucking tea, it tastes good, especially green
- I also like to smoke it, people say it's weird, teeeeeeeeeea
- wrap it in the can, grab the stinger, cut it, base it
- find the fork and kick the T, the tea's amazing, how I taste it
- I love green tea the most, but no I'm not racist
- I love my friend's looks when I blow it in their faces
- and since I watch the tea like a motherfuckin vulture
- I've also been since obsessed with all British culture
- the other day I dressed up as a guard from the palace
- running through the streets "god save the queen", happy malice
- blaze it like you've never seen, what does it mean?
- Is it a dream? I like to drink or smoke it in my skinny jeans
- light the tea like a chalice, and sip some good green
- tea is God, I worship him, it's everything, I love that shit
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