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Chase Atlantic - GREENGREENGREEN lyrics

Artist: Chase Atlantic

album: DON'T TRY THIS


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?
Take green yeah they see through
Dishes green like a salad and your seafood
Different colored pills, I got orange, red, green, blue
I would pick green but she wouldn't let me choose
Green eyes matching green shoes
Suicide got me hanging from a green noose, seem to
Green lime, green juice
Used to pat the lil' fucker call it green goose
You'll see soon
I just had to flex, I ain't mean to
I ain't mean to
I'm just just sorry we don't cast thought
We just hit that green green green where I grew up
We smoke trees in the back of the tour bus
Green frames in their eyes they excite me
I sent her green sexts though she still wants to get inside me
I'm sorry
Green green were I grew up
Pop beads in the back til' you throw up
I sip lean on occasion, when my throat's fucked
It's just me making an appetite of most drugs
Can you face out?
You're gon' wanna see this, pull your face out
Yeah
Said you don't know but you know now
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
Let the meds talk then I know their head's off
I done popped too many pills, made my dick soft
Matter of fact, she's the one who got attached
She likes money, she likes rock hey
Seven lines to be exact
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, the city that'll wear your bones out
Talking like your paranoia bitch, I'm xaned out
Pop beads in the back 'til you throw up
I sip lean on occasion, when my throat's fucked
This is just me making an appetite of most drugs

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