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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Christian Anthony
Christian Anthony
Vocals
Clinton Cave
Clinton Cave
Guitar
Mitchel Cave
Mitchel Cave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clinton Cave
Clinton Cave
Songwriter
Mitchel Cave
Mitchel Cave
Songwriter
Christian Anthony
Christian Anthony
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christian Anthony
Christian Anthony
Producer
Clinton Cave
Clinton Cave
Producer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Engineer
Mitchel Cave
Mitchel Cave
Producer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Christian Anthony, Clinton Cave, Mitchel Cave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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