Texty:
End Of Green Die Lover Die

trust and anything. Our hate, our faith - just everything. 'Cause everything is dead. Everything is said. 'Cause everything is dead. We'll never meet again. Tonight we end

IM in the collard green 6 cornbread in the guts Got dat halloween kicks trick or treat in the clutch C'mon nigga is you trickin or what Flow tighter

tree all wet with sap To avoid the hungry beasts below I'll cut out my lover's tongue and sing Of a graveyard gray and a garden green And then we won

We wanna hold our heads up, though we gotta stay down I don't wanna end up in a room all alone Don't wanna end up someone that I don't even know Lover

of Barbara Allen's a briar. They grew and grew in the old churchyard Till they could grow no higher At the end they formed, a true lover's knot

of Barb'ry Allen's, a briar They grew and gew in the old church-yard 'Til they could grow no higher At the end they formed a true lovers' knot And the

one, then some The paper can't understand One degree says, she can't understand Oh, some friend come, wait, you been scammed The thing that everyone thought Bought the Mr. Lover

I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts. Got da Halloween kicks trick or treatin the clutch. Come on nigga is you trickin or what? Flo-fl

't know... Anyway, I got another meg of data coming down the line; A Wall Street profile...spreadsheet from a friend of mine... Up on the screen pops a little green