Down in the greenwood, under the lime tree we spent lover's hours and if you pass by you'll know we lay there, look how we crushed all the flowers. The
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don't Well, if you don't It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two Under the leaves of that old lime tree, I stood examining the fruit
out the ashtray, spark my trees You know that haze weed backwood roll tight Belvedere cranberry juice mix light Under 30 percent tint, ridin' bent, doin' a quarter Smokin' on what grow under
Mexican beer on a Sunday afternoon I got no lime and I got no sunshine Under New England skies I was born and raised Raise my glass to the skies to my
misery Don't trust those promised dreams there's no way out - of misery Loser's child, can't break free, down on your knees under draggon trees Crack
a slight breeze And, I don't need to tell you that This be my favorite season Hanging on the beach, but I'm sitting Under trees, and got a little vodka
tied the knot at night time/ Bun in the oven, so she runs from the sun cause them ride in sin/ little lady pussy foot in the lime light/ but eyes locked
Sous le tilleul, la sur la lande, vous trouvez bien le repaire vous qui passez regardez les herbes ecrasees par nos jeux et par nos pas devant le bois
don't If you don't It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two Under the leaves of that old Lime Tree I stood examining the fruit Some
gently always giving plenty day or night well i'm telling it like it is see so many fruits on this tree mangos apples lemons and some limes under one
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue the sane man skirts under the wind but down here in the city of the lime lights the fans of santa
clip out the ashtray Spark my trees You know that haze weed Backwood roll tight Belvedere cranberry juice mix light Under 30% tint ridin' bent Doin' a quarter Smokin' on what grow under
got you gassed 'til I sparked the lighter And burnt that ass like Dhalsim in Street Fighter I play the shadows, scopin' out you lime lighters and Desperados
jail and it's the sixth floor Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see Half of y'all niggaz built your rhyme from my sess tree Faggots, homos, yo,