Vídeo de música

GREENS
Veja o vídeo de música de {trackName} de {artistName}

Destacado em

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
R.A.P. Ferreira
R.A.P. Ferreira
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Wool
Jason Wool
Songwriter
Michael Kamron Parvizi
Michael Kamron Parvizi
Songwriter
Aaron Carmack
Aaron Carmack
Songwriter
Kenny Segal
Kenny Segal
Songwriter
Rory Ferreira
Rory Ferreira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Jefferson Park Boys
The Jefferson Park Boys
Producer
Daddy Kev
Daddy Kev
Mastering Engineer
Kenny Segal
Kenny Segal
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Open the fucking pit, yeah R.A.P. presidin', word A so called negro stood there, spitting Ten thousand lines of poetry In conclusion, if I'm younger, you still not as old as me This ain't my first time, this ain't my first time Brown seed, brown pores, like molasses bread Slow breathin' through the scary shit Neophyte gambler, blue light dancer Aquarius, walkin' with my angels No need to measure the obtuse angle Clanger of loose bangles Measurin' stars with the space between my fingers Truth is power, speakin' only to the little flower stalk lingers A warrior don't need to test their meddle, stay blessed And then he kissed every petal Empty make a better vessel, ya know what I mean? And our color shall be green, as we tend to grow Tend to matters of hope, tend to be tender Gardener of letters, king hat pretender Benevolence lender, no interest rate Ruby yacht ain't met a crest we couldn't break Needless to say, the cipher's secure However, your processor need a reboot to update ([?] which, the boys in blue investigate) What's poppin', uh, cipher rotten Newport smoked down to the cotton It's simple mathematics, refracted madness Wrote the rhyme with fridge magnets Daydreamin' the whole lunch Under an (Anita Low?) bowl cut Eddie Jefferson singin', "so what?" This is music for quitters and dropouts This is music for the flophouse "Gimme my props now", I say clanging my briefcase Can you believe the nerve of these cheapskates? Hogging sunlight and the technology behind photosynthesis Let's measure rhythms in distances The speed goes twenty-nine million miles before movin' I think I'm improving, but who can say? Since no point is fixed, more or less I think my point is missed I've decided to embrace what Differentiates me from the anointed clique Ruby yacht land ownership Let's build a monument, and stand over it Hand in hand, off-sides, odd pride Like watching your kid's first tantrum A relevant dataset Lost alpha, now pay the bet Beta, hepcat see ya later Walk up in the building like I'm sposed to be here But anyway What did you have for lunch today? I had some daydreams myself, mmm Yes and after all that rough sledding, that heavy lifting A clear vista opened before me and a profound wave of understanding Washed over me. And, and you know, the blues, the blues will fade And the greens, the greens, they, they rush over you The lush beautiful green Filled everything from the periphery to the center
Writer(s): Graham Jonson, Rob Araujo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out