GRASS REMIX ft. Secquoia & Irie Givens Lyrics

I got no shoes on

I got my feet in the grass

You say I got what you need

Maybe, but

You need what I lack

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got no shoes on

I know this feeling will last

Maybe I got what I need

You only know I lack, cuz

Head in the clouds

Feeling proud

Loud

Came back for the remix

Now

Just like that

Fell back to rap

And you know we gon' do that

Fight back with some passion

Hold the Earth, put your back in

Full support when you need it

Visualize, you can breathe it

Sky with the force, we believe it

Making these dreams with a passion

Felt my flow, then I past it

2 Myles with the gas grip

We sit where the grass is

(Bitch)

(I got no shoes on

I got my feet in the grass)

Fuck that!

Only eating meat

Once a week

If it's seasoned and vegan, in fact

Then I'm leaving with meaning intact

Didn't need anything to retract

But it's green and in season

Believe it

Galactic House team on the map

Yeah

Fax a receipt of your reason for being

No whack MC 'bout to be on my track

If you heated, then put it on wax

Otherwise, get the fuck off my back

Yeah

(Uh)

It would be wise to relax

Maybe get outta ya house for a sec

Break down a sack'a that

Can-i-bless

Roll up 'n' spark it

I'm me

This the remix

It's stacked!

I got no shoes on

I got my feet in the grass

You say I got what you need

Maybe, but

You need what I lack

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got no shoes on

I got my feet in the grass

You say I got what you need

Maybe, but

You need what I lack

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

Maaaannn

I put my feet in the speakers

To speak of this good groove

Like it's cooked food

Seasoned demeanor

She say I look stank

I say naw

I look meaner

The TV could screen up the scene that I'm meaning

You wouldn't get it

No heat in ya streaming like wooden spigots

Then you wondering

"Where did he get his digits?"

Not from blundering over you fuckin' bigots

Still do that rapper shit if you gon' overlook me

Bring your girl if you wanna push me

Over my rainbow to my Range Rove

Like I won't Kinsey 4 the pussy

No longer the rookie, don't book me for

Cookie-cutter Gucci-gutter motherfuckers

Wantin' a verse

Pull up to the stu with a purse

Like I'm ready

Pay for the hearse

I got no shoes on

I got my feet in the grass

You say I got what you need

Maybe, but

You need what I lack

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got no shoes on

I got my feet in the grass

You say I got what you need

Maybe, but

You need what I lack

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

I got my feet in the grass

(GRASS!)

I got my feet in the grass, grass

I got my feet in the, feet in the

I got my knees in the grass, grass

I got my knees in the, knees in the

I got my teeth in the grass, grass

I got my teeth in, the teeth in the

I got my meat in the grass, grass

I got my meat in the, meat in the