Translation: Green Maze. A Gift To Earth.
, you feel like It's a beautiful day Don't let it get away You're on the road But you've got no destination You're in the mud In the maze of her imagination
Man I'm in a daze J-Bar Soulja Boy Tell'em SOD Money game Southern Smoke Chorus: Roscoe Dash Man im in a daze, walking round, round in a maze there
guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes You can never get out of the line of sight Like a barren winter day or a patch of unburned green
we all got high, our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red, we like that fuckin green, papers
the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze
about last night and the bitch that was scopin' Fuck it let's get 'em on, I grabbed the phone, girl call your friends Then I hit Twista and Maze and
one of them Mobsta nigga Who rap wit Twista, "Wheres he at?" Fired up wit some liquor Hold tight shorty we almost at the City Inn I told Maze about the
Said I got the blues Said I got the blues Memphis city blues Yeah, light up the green, watch me light up the room Watch me light up the mic, fat boy,
Mike and Ice Cube, french braids and rags, byatch How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase
it the best Is it the north, where people drink juice and Smirnoff? Girls go hard but they lips stay soft The west where cats throw jets to play Smokin' green
shown. Toms and trinkets made of green to make us all see. Tainted jewels and diamond rings and other things. OW! Lost in a maze of liquid smoke
Sky falls, you feel like A beautiful day Don't let it get away You're on the road But you've got no destination You're in the mud In the maze of her
falls, you feel like It's a beautiful day Don't let it get away You're on the road But you've got no destination You're in the mud In the maze of her
Beyond this maze of city streets Beyond those painted faces There's a road that leads to cool green fields And girls who're dressed in laces Everyone
my turf is rough and rugged so I gave birth To a dream where cream lies between All the dirt and the gravel so I battle to achieve my green And still
it no more The pain caught up, and slammed you down to the floor How can you fight with the dying of your dreams? Kelly's blue, gone with the wind, never green
