Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Garden Gnomes , by - Danger Mouse. Release date: 18.05.2002
Song language: English
Garden Gnomes |
| Welcome to my life where everybody wants to cipher |
| They’ve never held a mic, but they swear they nice |
| €˜cause they boys told ‘em so |
| And surely enough they suck my dick in front of they girlfriend like |
| €œLook, this is how you do it, you gotta f**kin' do it slow then fast, |
| slow then fast |
| Eat that shitâ€, check-check |
| If this is you, you’re not alone |
| This world’s a rock of drones |
| Girls flock like birds |
| Cause they heard lots of poems from the mystery man |
| When my name gets spit it echoes |
| Straight-laced people say grace with evil smiles |
| I’ll stick to Velcro |
| Let go of these claims I hold true |
| This is Sage, don’t say I ain’t told you |
| Fake gold tooth |
| Real problems with garden gnomes who talk shit |
| My respect’s the best bargain known to the consumin' market |
| So pay me it |
| To my love-hate relationship with love-hate relationships |
| Makes me rich |
| My old lady thinks that I done did it |
| But I done didn’t |
| Save my breath during dramatic movie endings hold the stub of the ticket |
| When credits roll I’m heading for the exit hole |
| Your track record is such a short shelf-life bless its soul |
| It’s about you, all about you |
| That’s probably why you don’t really respect it or know how to |
| F**k a fickle fan base, stuck a middle finger in they damn face |
| Does the pinnacle of my hand taste dirty like the suggestive gesture |
| You’re best to drop out the school of hard knocks |
| Get murdered by stress and pressure, pressure-cooker |
| I leave the party with a mass amount of assed-out demo tapes to butcher |
| €œCould ya give it a little bit of a listen, bro?†|
| Into â€" “do me a favor and play it on a big system though†|
| Into â€" “give me a detailed critique of my hot shit†|
| €œSure thing boss, I’ll get right on it†|
| Oh hell no he didn’t, oh yes he done did my friend |
| Think he was so very special among the hundred thousand |
| You play the fence, your flow is weak and your concepts suck |
| It makes no sense, slow to speak â€" your logic’s f**ked |
| You made no dents over beats that got lots of cuts |
| Noise you do have toys like you stocked with Tonka Trunks |
| You’re not a lone, this world’s a rock of drones |
| Who rock microphones and abuse generous ears |
| With the “yeah, yeah. |
| .. off the dome†|
| You’re not a lone, this world is stocked with clones |
| And my dear Watson’s are coming to bite a style near you |
| You best for sure lock your homes |
| You best for sure lock your homes |
| You best for sure lock your homes |
| You best for sure lock your homes and beware |
| Beware the garden gnomes |