Testo Oak tree Tank And The Bangas

Oak tree

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You my oak tree, you my misbelieve
You my collard green, you the song I sing
You the front porch, you like a green lawn
You a sweet hello from my first love

I wake up early in the morning, hot from global warmin'
Wet sheets, that heat, it stink like dank in summer
Cutlass, so reckless, my compass, my atlas
Got a vulgar disposition, so listen, this shit be hittin', say nut
What's up? Make sure you eat yo fruit-fruit and yo vegetables
You freakin' cannibal, animals be people too
Conversations do like water, contaminated by slaughter of the martyrs
Girl, go watch your sister and your baby brother
They are comin' out the gutter, slick, they slick like yellow butter
That shit come with a cutter, massage your temple, grab your nozzle
It's about to get fuzzy, your conscious will come up with something
To protect you from these motherfuckers, it's time for summer

You my oak tree, you my misbelieve
You my collard green, you the song I sing
You the front porch, you like a green lawn
You a sweet hello from my first love
You my oak tree, you my misbelieve
You my collard green, you the song I sing
You the front porch, you like a green lawn
You a sweet hello from my—

I say, "Good morning, sunshine," contemplating suicide?
Ego got me stallin', fallin' off the equator
Balance beam thick as Serena, let's head to Venus for sushi
Genius, a clever idea, a bright career in color
We're not that different from each other when we under cover
I'm so far removed from rules, my soul, it sometimes wanders
In June, it is too soon to leave the Moon or not?
You're a magnet, you're a maggot
You so clever, I mean, you're like-like whatever
Look, nevermind, I sit on planet, tryna pass the time
I sit in sadness and reflect the time
I'm out my mind, I'm in my mind
I see the signs of a better time
Ah, this, that special vibey for the current
This like lessons backwards as I try to learn them

You my oak tree, you my misbelieve
You my collard green, you the song I sing
You the front porch, you like a green lawn
You a sweet hello from my first love
You my oak tree, you my misbelieve
You my collard green, you the song I sing
You the front porch, you like a green lawn
You a sweet hello from my first love

Everybody wanna know what God taste like
Everybody wanna know what God look like
Everybody wanna know if Heaven's nice
Everybody wanna know what Heaven's like
Everybody wanna know what God taste like
Everybody wanna know what God look like
Everybody wanna know if Heaven's nice
Everybody wanna know what Heaven's like

I don't know 'cause it's such, you know
It's just a [? 3:00] thing