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illmac & goldini bagwell - collard greens lyrics

[intro: goldini bagwell]
uh
summer, winter, fall, spring
it’s a blue-collar hustle for the white-collar dream
but what it all mean when i fall in between
tryna be the collar and collard green

[verse 1: goldini bagwell]
we go ham if it’s all beef
but we’ll call it a balanced meal if we eat all free
i can’t reinvent the wheel, model t, it’s all g
tryna squeeze the oil out an olive shouldn’t take all of my strength
crawlers on my lawn, zombies on the tv
and debt collectors all on my caller id
i’m hung up
yea, i’m hung out to dry in the same wind that i’m cautioning
and once those cotton strings snap, i’m falling free
only to hit every limb in the tallest tree
yea, started at the top, then dropped down just to see
what it’s like to bottom feed
no pause from me
when “no take-backs” is the policy
in conflict with common sense and tryna be constantine
or whatever const-tutes great
just don’t convolute fate with faith
or “let’s go” with “follow me”

[hook: goldini bagwell & illmac]
yea, we good as collard greens
some call it money, some call it green
or food for thought, but who’d of thought
we’d call it greed
can we all agree?
it’s a blue-collar hustle for the white-collar dream
blue dream in my lungs got me good as collard greens
we good as collard greens
good as collard greens, yea

[verse 2: illmac]
fill it to the utmost
we hold the ones that we love close
but hardly let anyone close
you texting while i’m ashing this blunt roach
sending “there’s more to life than rapping, s-x, and drug quotes”
if you only knew
the things i’ve done or what i’m going through
or where i’m from or where i’m going to
i’m doing things i feel are overdue with a chosen few
that’s what i’m supposed to do, ain’t it?
cause ain’t no love here
we in a league of our own, it’s just us here
no hate in my heart, i swear that i’m numb there
females and bread, yo the block like an ex
who knew i’d come around and even clean the sheets on her bed
but ain’t no love there
scars on my skin, just these dreams in my head, nothing upstairs
falling
yo, call it what it is
dollar signs falling from her lips
every time i’m brought up during gossip with her friends
sh-t, i’m good

[hook]

[bridge: goldini bagwell & illmac]
is you good?
homie, is you good?
huh, cause we good
hey, stress out
uh-uh, i wish a motherf-cker would
there’s no letdowns when we roll up a wood and let it cook like
you don’t know where i’m from, you don’t know where i’ve been
you won’t go where i’ve gone, you don’t know who i am
uh, i can share everything
but i’m good
good as collard greens
is you good?
homie, is you good?
huh, cause we good
hey, stress out
uh-uh, i wish a motherf-cker would
there’s no letdowns when we roll up a wood and let it cook like

[verse 3: illmac & goldini bagwell]
what’s the problem?
(can’t call it)
where to find a dollar?
(can’t call it)
my old b-tch’s number
(can’t call it)
these new b-tches’ motives
(can’t call it)
but i’m good. you good?
(we good)
what’s really good?
(can’t call it)
9-1-1
(can’t call it)
will i act a fool?
(can’t call it)
sh-t, it depends on the mood
and to tell the truth
(i can’t call it, can’t call it)
am i an alcoholic?
it depends on the truth
and the two when they do what they do…

[hook]

- illmac goldini bagwell lyrics

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