Übersetzung: Green Maze. Ein Geschenk To Earth.
, and shed so many tears.. Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Now that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means Label me greedy gettin green
far from sleep I longed to walk beneath the stars Into the forest, so dark and deep Neither myth nor faerie tale Could keep me from the path to the maze
of liquor, but niggas aint got shit, Wit a sawed off pump chrome 38 pistol, now who ready to get bent, Nigga like me fiendin for them green leaves, but
we are under attack The dead are rising and it's hunger they lack A lonely wolf howling separated from his pack The stars rain onto the earthen streams of green
m the plastic face on you screen Mind control They say that we're in the final days Religion is power Because most of us feel like rats in a maze Do
, 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
You're like a diatribe calling on a quest for me You're like the ideal rainy day activity You're like a sine, emphasis in green You're like lady bugs
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
For what its worth 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
a paper-clip factory To me You're like a diatribe calling on a quest for me You're like the ideal rainy day activity You're like a sine, emphasis in green
in the dark, you was a tyrant Fiasco pop violent, I smoke jump like a giant And escape the deep end, my deadly maze of clues We smoke muthafuckas like
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
