Green Grass Lyrics
| Song | Green Grass |
| Artist | Mista Ayachi |
| Artist | Slowmo |
| Album | Rough with the Smooth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anis Ayachi | |
| 作曲 : Anis Ayachi/Moritz Millat | |
| HOOK | |
| Grass is green | |
| Skies are blue | |
| What are you? | |
| Thinking you could choose | |
| Don’t ask me, why skies are blue | |
| They got to be | |
| This world has got the blues | |
| I want bitches on my dick, they want | |
| me to write for them | |
| Got lotta business on my list, I’m | |
| behind on em | |
| Got a speedy gonzales that come to | |
| your town, **** up your greedy ass | |
| brolics | |
| When I’m speaking I’m childish | |
| Cuz I do see the demonic | |
| Staring into their eyes | |
| Adjoining uncivilised | |
| White eyes is leaking, deceiving | |
| I’m hypnotized, then lucid dreaming | |
| The point is we getting this pie are | |
| you with me or not? | |
| Who the **** wanna give a **** | |
| Spending all them bucks on a bigger | |
| truck for my bigger fam, trusting in | |
| my gut feeling love is love | |
| M3alam mush normal, they call him in | |
| Tunis | |
| I’ll show you how we do this | |
| What you want me to prove, I just | |
| talk when I rhyme | |
| Automatically unintentionally farted | |
| and tried to cover it up by | |
| freestyling | |
| Out of nowhere, unfold, flare | |
| WWE smashing on chins | |
| HOOK | |
| Grass is green | |
| Skies are blue | |
| What are you? | |
| Thinking you could choose | |
| Don’t ask me, why skies are blue | |
| They got to be | |
| This world has got the blues | |
| I’m a stand up man | |
| If you didn’t yet understand or | |
| haven’t yet understood, that’s | |
| grammar you need a translator that’s | |
| from the hood | |
| Tounes, tounes I rep but I also rep | |
| the whole globe it’s not where you | |
| from it’s | |
| All a constant, particular moment | |
| We inside potentiality | |
| Connaisseurs criminality | |
| Kicking my shit kick them further | |
| into the galaxy | |
| Make it hard to drop the habit | |
| Dopamine in magnetfields | |
| I attract the real shit, then throw | |
| it back at you | |
| But it’s dope, it’s smoke, that | |
| rotate in a mad axis | |
| But it’s dope, it’s dope | |
| My folk is always mad planted | |
| I’m a cold, red faced, plant based, | |
| rap addict | |
| Alcoholic, nope, bad at hiding bad | |
| habits | |
| Throwing stones at stoners won’t get | |
| your homes glass shattered | |
| I don’t think so cuz hoes like | |
| throwing ass at me | |
| That’d do anything to make a man | |
| happy | |
| Grass is green | |
| Skies are blue | |
| What are you? | |
| Thinking you could choose | |
| Don’t ask me, why skies are blue | |
| They got to be | |
| This world has got the blues | |
| Why the sky is blue... |
| zuo ci : Anis Ayachi | |
| zuo qu : Anis Ayachi Moritz Millat | |
| HOOK | |
| Grass is green | |
| Skies are blue | |
| What are you? | |
| Thinking you could choose | |
| Don' t ask me, why skies are blue | |
| They got to be | |
| This world has got the blues | |
| I want bitches on my dick, they want | |
| me to write for them | |
| Got lotta business on my list, I' m | |
| behind on em | |
| Got a speedy gonzales that come to | |
| your town, up your greedy ass | |
| brolics | |
| When I' m speaking I' m childish | |
| Cuz I do see the demonic | |
| Staring into their eyes | |
| Adjoining uncivilised | |
| White eyes is leaking, deceiving | |
| I' m hypnotized, then lucid dreaming | |
| The point is we getting this pie are | |
| you with me or not? | |
| Who the wanna give a | |
| Spending all them bucks on a bigger | |
| truck for my bigger fam, trusting in | |
| my gut feeling love is love | |
| M3alam mush normal, they call him in | |
| Tunis | |
| I' ll show you how we do this | |
| What you want me to prove, I just | |
| talk when I rhyme | |
| Automatically unintentionally farted | |
| and tried to cover it up by | |
| freestyling | |
| Out of nowhere, unfold, flare | |
| WWE smashing on chins | |
| HOOK | |
| Grass is green | |
| Skies are blue | |
| What are you? | |
| Thinking you could choose | |
| Don' t ask me, why skies are blue | |
| They got to be | |
| This world has got the blues | |
| I' m a stand up man | |
| If you didn' t yet understand or | |
| haven' t yet understood, that' s | |
| grammar you need a translator that' s | |
| from the hood | |
| Tounes, tounes I rep but I also rep | |
| the whole globe it' s not where you | |
| from it' s | |
| All a constant, particular moment | |
| We inside potentiality | |
| Connaisseurs criminality | |
| Kicking my shit kick them further | |
| into the galaxy | |
| Make it hard to drop the habit | |
| Dopamine in magnetfields | |
| I attract the real shit, then throw | |
| it back at you | |
| But it' s dope, it' s smoke, that | |
| rotate in a mad axis | |
| But it' s dope, it' s dope | |
| My folk is always mad planted | |
| I' m a cold, red faced, plant based, | |
| rap addict | |
| Alcoholic, nope, bad at hiding bad | |
| habits | |
| Throwing stones at stoners won' t get | |
| your homes glass shattered | |
| I don' t think so cuz hoes like | |
| throwing ass at me | |
| That' d do anything to make a man | |
| happy | |
| Grass is green | |
| Skies are blue | |
| What are you? | |
| Thinking you could choose | |
| Don' t ask me, why skies are blue | |
| They got to be | |
| This world has got the blues | |
| Why the sky is blue. . . |
| zuò cí : Anis Ayachi | |
| zuò qǔ : Anis Ayachi Moritz Millat | |
| HOOK | |
| Grass is green | |
| Skies are blue | |
| What are you? | |
| Thinking you could choose | |
| Don' t ask me, why skies are blue | |
| They got to be | |
| This world has got the blues | |
| I want bitches on my dick, they want | |
| me to write for them | |
| Got lotta business on my list, I' m | |
| behind on em | |
| Got a speedy gonzales that come to | |
| your town, up your greedy ass | |
| brolics | |
| When I' m speaking I' m childish | |
| Cuz I do see the demonic | |
| Staring into their eyes | |
| Adjoining uncivilised | |
| White eyes is leaking, deceiving | |
| I' m hypnotized, then lucid dreaming | |
| The point is we getting this pie are | |
| you with me or not? | |
| Who the wanna give a | |
| Spending all them bucks on a bigger | |
| truck for my bigger fam, trusting in | |
| my gut feeling love is love | |
| M3alam mush normal, they call him in | |
| Tunis | |
| I' ll show you how we do this | |
| What you want me to prove, I just | |
| talk when I rhyme | |
| Automatically unintentionally farted | |
| and tried to cover it up by | |
| freestyling | |
| Out of nowhere, unfold, flare | |
| WWE smashing on chins | |
| HOOK | |
| Grass is green | |
| Skies are blue | |
| What are you? | |
| Thinking you could choose | |
| Don' t ask me, why skies are blue | |
| They got to be | |
| This world has got the blues | |
| I' m a stand up man | |
| If you didn' t yet understand or | |
| haven' t yet understood, that' s | |
| grammar you need a translator that' s | |
| from the hood | |
| Tounes, tounes I rep but I also rep | |
| the whole globe it' s not where you | |
| from it' s | |
| All a constant, particular moment | |
| We inside potentiality | |
| Connaisseurs criminality | |
| Kicking my shit kick them further | |
| into the galaxy | |
| Make it hard to drop the habit | |
| Dopamine in magnetfields | |
| I attract the real shit, then throw | |
| it back at you | |
| But it' s dope, it' s smoke, that | |
| rotate in a mad axis | |
| But it' s dope, it' s dope | |
| My folk is always mad planted | |
| I' m a cold, red faced, plant based, | |
| rap addict | |
| Alcoholic, nope, bad at hiding bad | |
| habits | |
| Throwing stones at stoners won' t get | |
| your homes glass shattered | |
| I don' t think so cuz hoes like | |
| throwing ass at me | |
| That' d do anything to make a man | |
| happy | |
| Grass is green | |
| Skies are blue | |
| What are you? | |
| Thinking you could choose | |
| Don' t ask me, why skies are blue | |
| They got to be | |
| This world has got the blues | |
| Why the sky is blue. . . |
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