discipline man a Dean Nah Mean Mi tougher than a Hummer limousine Nah Mean We stepping we fresh and we clean Nah Mean I burn the stinkest of green Nah
's in the house Jeff Mills is in the house DJ Deya, DJ Milton, DJ Slugo DJs on the low, Green Velvet Joey Beltramm, DJ Else, Roy Davies Boo Williams,
, they laugh at the white doves That rest on their hands with the touch of love. And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea As it
or Green Lantern ain't got nothin' on me I can make like a turtle and dive for pearls in the sea Oh, you can just sit there thinkin' on your velvet throne
velvet, the children they lay down And make fun of the grown-ups with their silly frown And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea
or Green Lantern ain't got a nothin' on me I can make like a turtle and dive for a pearls in the sea A you can just sit there thinking, on your velvet
the little brooks Time when our steps slow to the song Of falling flakes and crackling flames When silver stars are high and still Deep in the velvet
they've got a name for it Lets go back to the sandy shores The velvet skies are ours once more We're fake, for real Our minds are steel Our eyes are green
Sit back and hold your breath Just let nature take effect A warm glow inside my bones The touch of velvet rubbed against my soul Thoughts of things you
waiting Come to the sideshow Come to the sideshow, yeah Come to the sideshow Come and get your mind blown, yeah Mysterious and curious Boredom is so serious The red velvet
She dreams china white behind her eyes of china blue Her future wrapped in velvet and her memories wrapped in warm cotton wool And the coffee grounds
Well, I swear your perfume, baby Is made out of turnip greens Every time I kiss you girl Tastes like pork and beans Even though you're wearin' Those
leak at the seam lets take the boat out wait until darkness let's take the boat out wait until darkness comes nowhere in the corridors of pale green
say what I want like an award show I'm on some shit ain't even came out the ass yet Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet Young or old
Lord I swear the perfume you wear Was made out of turnip greens And every time I kiss you girl It tastes like pork and beans Even though you're wearin
As it fell out upon a day As many in the year Musgrave to the church did go To see fair ladies there And some came down in red velvet And some came down
They're calling out Come on let's go But I'm miles away To a year before Laughs from a glass Drank to the past On the old green seat Like velvet to the
I got 'em But no I don't because I don't be havin' funds The gold that I am wearin' is really made out of bronze It weighs a ton and makin' my neck turn green