Long ago life was clean Sex was bad and obscene And the rich were so mean Stately homes for the Lords Croquet lawns, village greens Victoria was my queen
for me, boys If I should die at sea, boys Write a little note, boys Set it off afloat, saying Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Village
it's rotten in my rounds Sister's in my way I'm as fast as my home town Green glass it most of all Been around this foreign cage Village in the wall
if i rock with high beams, i rock with melody, on of the soildgers of the team. See yall niggas is dope fiends hopeing for a dream, i intervien like a case of gangreen. Gain the green
"Am I a good man? ..." [Ghostface Killah] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs Both of them turned green, from countin the ones Memorized
restin They begin to take me by my hands and walked on the sands To the deep wilderness behind the villages I looked up; we went to a mystic spot He
we've drifted far apart I never dreamed but what I dreamed of thee I love you as I've never loved before Since first I saw you on the village green
everyday you can call it what you want, so nigga let what I'm with the Gangsta Blac in da S.P.V. we getting buck I'm smoking green with them thugs showing
my heat like im enlisted, nigga this is far from the army navy or marines, we forming the gravy newly recruit criminal team, to make the green, fuck u
that it seem Hell I don't even know why they smokin' that wood it aint all the way green Know what I mean? Off in the village is where we kept them blunts
Over the ocean Three thousand light years From the land of the rising sun From mystical to magical What a way to fly From [incomprehensible] to village greens
Long ago, life was clean Sex was bad and obscene And the rich were so mean Stately homes for the Lords Croquet lawns, village greens Victoria was my queen
seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights. We'd hide from the light on the village green
was seventeen, it was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights on the village green
, they match my gear with their tint And you know Lagerfields is the scent Now, my nigga Rafael just got his jeep out the shop Mint green sidekick, custom
You were sweet sixteen, you were sweet sixteen I love you as I never loved before! Since first I met you on the village green. Come to me, or my dream
but the stream), Where I first (not the last but the first) Met you. (Not me but you.) With your eyes (not your ears, but your eyes) Of blue (not green
the lane You can almost see the fields of bluegrass green You can almost hear them cry, as they kissed their boy goodbye I wonder how the old folks are at home? Just a village