Emerald Butterfly Songtext
von The Pharcyde

You see the moon has a way with young idle minds
And idle time is the playground
Where old professions lay down like sweet sugar stays brown
And on the mind

Careless whispers blow through tender lips like wind chimes
That tingle quiet ears with seductive words of that lust
And I join, for you fly boys to look and not touch
It ain′t much, but bet ya dollars

Cause they holler without saying a thing
And she ain't saying no names
And I′m fond, of her intent
Rock hard as she was skin flint, working on a flame
It seems like every move she made was some good ass game
I had to keep my focus man cause it's a doggone shame
To see I'm endless and friendless

Windless when the pride feels raped
Cognac watered down to its last tender state
And the emerald butterflys disappear from the skies
It seems the moon can′t fight the sunrise


Feelin′ high on the emerald butterfly
Feelin' high on the emerald butterfly
Feelin′ high on the emerald butterfly
Feelin' high on the emerald butterfly

I was the mack of old times, blowing their minds
In my world of fantasies when I casted my line
They would bite the bait and I would keep my ship sailing
For my crusading, others would be out wading in the water

More enticing than the farmer′s daughter
As the imagination leaves you wetter than a hoarder
From sweating her so tough, so rough out here
See you can't jump into the picture unless you choose to lose an ear
More nocturnal than the night itself, the mystery′s clear
Smears of venom all up on your denim, smooth as cashmere
Steaming thoughts to feather beds and light-headedness abyss
It gets deeper, so be a light sleeper
The creep is like autumn rain, washing your leaves away
Not always gold is what I needs to say about glitter


Feelin' high on the emerald butterfly
Feelin' high on the emerald butterfly
Feelin′ high on the emerald butterfly
Feelin′ high on the emerald butterfly
Feelin' high on the emerald butterfly
Feelin′ high on the emerald butterfly
Feelin' high on the emerald butterfly
Feelin′ high on the emerald butterfly

Big man
Anybody need a big man
Big man
A newly free man