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...