Cameron London, Lenny Classix - Greens Lyrics

Man it's cool being on the rude but
I'm trynna get back to the house
Take me out the hood
Just know if the food ain't good
Then I'm going right back to the south
Keep some collard greens on the plate
Only care about the taste
I don't talk when it's food in my mouth
Ugh yeah
Gotta get back to the stead
Sick of this kale & tofu
Trynna get a slice of my mom's cornbread
Yeah grease popping
Stereo got the whole hood bopping
Clink clink know the pots still knocking
Can't cook then you better get shopping
Grass really ain't too much greener
Topsail island to Pasadena
Jealousy don't suit my demeanor
Especially as the team convener
This year ain't no repetition
Get a filthy beat and take it to the cleaners
Thing down, then I flip, reverse
Like my middle name misdemeanor
Oh yeah
You ain't never been to the south
Get a cup and put this southern style sweet tea in the mouth
Better speak when you come in the house
Understand if you having some doubts
Imma travel but end of the day you know that I'm right back to the house
Couldn't stay on the road
Weirdos be trynna get into the shows
Wanting me signing they feet like
Dang I ain't trynna touch your toes
Back to topic I'm serious
Too far from home I start feeling Mysterious
Air in the country ain't getting more clear than this
Wake up you dreaming, your fans aren't here for this
Take me out the hood
Just know if the food ain't good
Then I'm going right back to the south
Keep some collard greens on the plate
Only care about the taste
I don't talk when it's food in my mouth
Nana had the chickens in the kitchen
I was 5 or 6 but I remember vivid
She rung the chicken neck and made some fixin's
Tapped the glass and poured molasses on the biscuits
I'm from the country
Me and my cousins musty
Clean the house on Saturday cause you do not work on Sunday
Gravy for my grits
Liver pudding and some eggs that was my
Cornbread fritter with the collards
Swear to God that was legit
Came up on that welfare cheese and peanut butter in the tin
Try to spread it on the bread and rip a frickin hole in it
My favorite auntie used to make the best kool-aid with it
We would empty out the ice and make a new tray with it
She would give us food stamps I would take em to Mcrees
Cop a couple chico sticks, quarter waters, juju bees
This before someone would ever say to you to Google me
And everybody almost gone but I remember I remember them greens
Take me out the hood
Just know if the food ain't good
Then I'm going right back to the south
Keep some collard greens on the plate
Only care about the taste
I don't talk when it's food in my mouth
Take me out the hood
Just know if the food ain't good
Then I'm going right back to the south
Keep some collard greens on the plate
Only care about the taste
I don't talk when it's food in my mouth

Man it's cool being on the rude but
I'm trynna get back to the house
Take me out the hood
Just know if the food ain't good
Then I'm going right back to the south
Keep some collard greens on the plate
Only care about the taste
I don't talk when it's food in my mouth
Ugh yeah
Gotta get back to the stead
Sick of this kale & tofu
Trynna get a slice of my mom's cornbread
Yeah grease popping
Stereo got the whole hood bopping
Clink clink know the pots still knocking
Can't cook then you better get shopping
Grass really ain't too much greener
Topsail island to Pasadena
Jealousy don't suit my demeanor
Especially as the team convener
This year ain't no repetition
Get a filthy beat and take it to the cleaners
Thing down, then I flip, reverse
Like my middle name misdemeanor
Oh yeah
You ain't never been to the south
Get a cup and put this southern style sweet tea in the mouth
Better speak when you come in the house
Understand if you having some doubts
Imma travel but end of the day you know that I'm right back to the house
Couldn't stay on the road
Weirdos be trynna get into the shows
Wanting me signing they feet like
Dang I ain't trynna touch your toes
Back to topic I'm serious
Too far from home I start feeling Mysterious
Air in the country ain't getting more clear than this
Wake up you dreaming, your fans aren't here for this
Take me out the hood
Just know if the food ain't good
Then I'm going right back to the south
Keep some collard greens on the plate
Only care about the taste
I don't talk when it's food in my mouth
Nana had the chickens in the kitchen
I was 5 or 6 but I remember vivid
She rung the chicken neck and made some fixin's
Tapped the glass and poured molasses on the biscuits
I'm from the country
Me and my cousins musty
Clean the house on Saturday cause you do not work on Sunday
Gravy for my grits
Liver pudding and some eggs that was my
Cornbread fritter with the collards
Swear to God that was legit
Came up on that welfare cheese and peanut butter in the tin
Try to spread it on the bread and rip a frickin hole in it
My favorite auntie used to make the best kool-aid with it
We would empty out the ice and make a new tray with it
She would give us food stamps I would take em to Mcrees
Cop a couple chico sticks, quarter waters, juju bees
This before someone would ever say to you to Google me
And everybody almost gone but I remember I remember them greens
Take me out the hood
Just know if the food ain't good
Then I'm going right back to the south
Keep some collard greens on the plate
Only care about the taste
I don't talk when it's food in my mouth
Take me out the hood
Just know if the food ain't good
Then I'm going right back to the south
Keep some collard greens on the plate
Only care about the taste
I don't talk when it's food in my mouth