Grapevine by Mark Carson Lyrics
Ay ay im from the souf kak/
Them pine trees in the breeze yeah you know where I’m at/
The Summer heat come beatin it down on my back/
Palmetto leaves by the sea yeah we be kickin back/
Sound waves by the ocean no braggin or boastin/
Crusin down the boulevard wit the windows open/
Smokin dopage blowin like a locomotive/
One hit of this patater gonna leave ya ass chokin/
This a notice we be ridin on that late vibe/
3:30 in the mornin tryna stay awake vibe/
Them double vision reminiscing like to tell lies/
I heard about it when i listened thru the grapevine/
Matter fact i heard that greatest gonna take time/
So ion trip imma wait and see the state shine/
Im in my own mind trapped inside this confine/
Carolina vibe we be on our own time/
And while you talkin that talkin or just to talk/
We been on that riverbank let’s take another walk/
In the park after dark you know that we spark/
We was skippin class rollin taters is an art/
Boy i went to northside graduate at Brookland-Cayce/
Funny thing how that administration hate me/
I remember rappin on top of the lunch tables/
Having ‘em shut down the cypher cause they say we unstable/
Not once or twice or even third/
I remember every friday it occurred/
I remember sub station right across the curb/
I remember wisdom that I never even heard/
Them pine trees in the breeze yeah you know where I’m at/
The Summer heat come beatin it down on my back/
Palmetto leaves by the sea yeah we be kickin back/
Sound waves by the ocean no braggin or boastin/
Crusin down the boulevard wit the windows open/
Smokin dopage blowin like a locomotive/
One hit of this patater gonna leave ya ass chokin/
This a notice we be ridin on that late vibe/
3:30 in the mornin tryna stay awake vibe/
Them double vision reminiscing like to tell lies/
I heard about it when i listened thru the grapevine/
Matter fact i heard that greatest gonna take time/
So ion trip imma wait and see the state shine/
Im in my own mind trapped inside this confine/
Carolina vibe we be on our own time/
And while you talkin that talkin or just to talk/
We been on that riverbank let’s take another walk/
In the park after dark you know that we spark/
We was skippin class rollin taters is an art/
Boy i went to northside graduate at Brookland-Cayce/
Funny thing how that administration hate me/
I remember rappin on top of the lunch tables/
Having ‘em shut down the cypher cause they say we unstable/
Not once or twice or even third/
I remember every friday it occurred/
I remember sub station right across the curb/
I remember wisdom that I never even heard/