GREENGREENGREEN lyrics

by

Chase Atlantic


[Verse 1]
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? (Woah)
Tint green, yeah, they see through
Dishes green like a salad, it ain't seafood
Different-colored pills, I got orange, red, green, blue
I would pick green, but she wouldn't let me choose, yeah, yeah
Green eyes match her green shoes
Suicide got me hangin' from a green noose, scene two (Uh)
Green lime, green juice
Mix it with a lil' vodka, call it Green Goose (Yeah, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
You'll see soon
I just had to flex, I ain't mean to
I ain't mean to
Undecided, I can't say

[Chorus]
We just hit that green, green, green where I grew up
We smoke trees in the back of the tour bus
The green flames in the eyes, they excite me
Sent a green text, all she said was, "Get inside me"
I'm sorry
Green, green where I grew up (Ayy)
Pop beans in the back 'til you throw up
I sip lean on occasion, when my throat's f*cked
This is just me makin' habits out of most drugs
[Verse 2]
Pull your phones out
You're gon' wanna see this, pull your phones out
Yeah
Said you didn't know, well you know now (Oh)
All I see is green, yuh
You ain't gonna see, yuh, yuh
All I see is green, all I see is green, all I see is green
Where the grass grows, let the cash flow
You can keep your head high, keep that ass low (Ayy)
Let the meds talk, then I knock their heads off (Ayy)
I done popped too many pills, made my di*k soft (Woah)
Matter of fact, she's the one who got attached, yeah
She likes blow, ayy, she likes rock, ayy
Seven lines to be exact, yuh, yuh
You can f*ckin' check the stats if you wanna take it back, yuh

[PreChorus]
You'll see soon
I just had to flex, I ain't mean to (Yuh)
I ain't mean to
Undecided, I can't say

[Chorus]
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 (Woah)
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, I ain't shootin' from the neck down
Talk loud, I might rip your f*cking throat out
Hometown, city that'll wear your bones out
Talking 'bout your paranoia, b*tch, I'm Xanned out
[Outro]
Pop beans in the back 'til you throw up
I sip lean on occasion, when my throat's f*cked
This is me makin' habits out of most drugs
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