Danny Cascade - Tree of Knowledge Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
She put the Prada up on her feet
Walkin' around like the Devil
She put the Prada up on her bag
Hiding the things that she got from her dealer
Hiding them things that she got from the Devil
Hiding them things that put her on a level
She bad
Ima call her Uma Thurman
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Tree of Knowledge
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
I can't stop
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Tree of Knowledge
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
I need to stop
She put the Prada up on her feet
Walkin' around like the Devil
She put the Prada up on her bag
Hiding the things that she got from her dealer
Hiding them things that she got from the Devil
Hiding them things that put her on a level
She developed
Yeah she smokin' that venom, yeah
Treble she turn it up man (ahh. ahh)
She packin' that steel gun
She gonna let it stun (Stun)
That's how I know she the one (One)
She ain't not fucking with none (None)
She be for real not for fun (Fun)
Fuck through the night and the sun (Sun)
My life going fast like a M1
Don't get caught up in the web you spun
You ain't a killer just like big pun
Sippin drank fast no patience
Like I be Lil Waynin'
High speed not no pacin'
If you wanna forget about these payments
Get that money in entertainment (Entertainment)
I just shotgunned wanna feel sum right now
Out of my body like rum
Malibu in my tum
Put on my shades and I'm twisting up some
She put the Prada up on her feet
Walkin' around like the Devil
She put the Prada up on her bag
Hiding the things that she got from her dealer
Hiding them things that she got from the Devil
Hiding them things that put her on a level
She bad
Ima call her Uma Thurman
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Tree of Knowledge
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
I can't stop
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Tree of Knowledge
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
I need to stop
She put the Prada up on her feet
Walkin' around like the Devil
She put the Prada up on her bag
Hiding the things that she got from her dealer
Hiding them things that came out of the beaker
She be callin' me her personal healer
Eyes too red when I stare at the Ether
And I'm just asking God for a lil breather (Breather)
Stackin' racks they be higher than a meter
Tonight I'm going up on my faded meter
The Nike check the only thing on my sneaker
You better go coppin yourself a big heater
Before you go coppin yourself a lil freezer
Cause me and your girl we just kick it like Fila
Friend with a benefit I call her Mila (Mila)
Like Adam and Eve
Take a bite of this, you fallin' asleep
Click on your soul and we hittin' delete
Gucci, Fendi and Amiri on me
Livin' like this you know it ain't cheap
Got one life cannot hit the repeat
Get the bust down and you make them daydream
She put the Prada up on her feet
Walkin' around like the Devil
She put the Prada up on her bag
Hiding the things that she got from her dealer
Hiding them things that she got from the Devil
Hiding them things that put her on a level
She bad
Ima call her Uma Thurman
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Tree of Knowledge
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
I can't stop
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Tree of Knowledge
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
I need to stop
She put the Prada up on her feet
Walkin' around like the Devil
She put the Prada up on her bag
Hiding the things that she got from her dealer
Hiding them things that she got from the Devil
Hiding them things that put her on a
Level (Level)

Yeah
Yeah
She put the Prada up on her feet
Walkin' around like the Devil
She put the Prada up on her bag
Hiding the things that she got from her dealer
Hiding them things that she got from the Devil
Hiding them things that put her on a level
She bad
Ima call her Uma Thurman
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Tree of Knowledge
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
I can't stop
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Tree of Knowledge
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
I need to stop
She put the Prada up on her feet
Walkin' around like the Devil
She put the Prada up on her bag
Hiding the things that she got from her dealer
Hiding them things that she got from the Devil
Hiding them things that put her on a level
She developed
Yeah she smokin' that venom, yeah
Treble she turn it up man (ahh. ahh)
She packin' that steel gun
She gonna let it stun (Stun)
That's how I know she the one (One)
She ain't not fucking with none (None)
She be for real not for fun (Fun)
Fuck through the night and the sun (Sun)
My life going fast like a M1
Don't get caught up in the web you spun
You ain't a killer just like big pun
Sippin drank fast no patience
Like I be Lil Waynin'
High speed not no pacin'
If you wanna forget about these payments
Get that money in entertainment (Entertainment)
I just shotgunned wanna feel sum right now
Out of my body like rum
Malibu in my tum
Put on my shades and I'm twisting up some
She put the Prada up on her feet
Walkin' around like the Devil
She put the Prada up on her bag
Hiding the things that she got from her dealer
Hiding them things that she got from the Devil
Hiding them things that put her on a level
She bad
Ima call her Uma Thurman
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Tree of Knowledge
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
I can't stop
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Tree of Knowledge
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
I need to stop
She put the Prada up on her feet
Walkin' around like the Devil
She put the Prada up on her bag
Hiding the things that she got from her dealer
Hiding them things that came out of the beaker
She be callin' me her personal healer
Eyes too red when I stare at the Ether
And I'm just asking God for a lil breather (Breather)
Stackin' racks they be higher than a meter
Tonight I'm going up on my faded meter
The Nike check the only thing on my sneaker
You better go coppin yourself a big heater
Before you go coppin yourself a lil freezer
Cause me and your girl we just kick it like Fila
Friend with a benefit I call her Mila (Mila)
Like Adam and Eve
Take a bite of this, you fallin' asleep
Click on your soul and we hittin' delete
Gucci, Fendi and Amiri on me
Livin' like this you know it ain't cheap
Got one life cannot hit the repeat
Get the bust down and you make them daydream
She put the Prada up on her feet
Walkin' around like the Devil
She put the Prada up on her bag
Hiding the things that she got from her dealer
Hiding them things that she got from the Devil
Hiding them things that put her on a level
She bad
Ima call her Uma Thurman
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Tree of Knowledge
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
I can't stop
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Tree of Knowledge
Pickin' the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
I need to stop
She put the Prada up on her feet
Walkin' around like the Devil
She put the Prada up on her bag
Hiding the things that she got from her dealer
Hiding them things that she got from the Devil
Hiding them things that put her on a
Level (Level)