Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Garden , by - Death Plus. Song from the album Garden, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Project Infinite
Song language: English
Garden |
| Come out the mud with the bugs on my face |
| And the muck in my lungs |
| Tuck in my gun |
| Keep it under my tongue |
| When I open my mouth |
| Get to ducking and run |
| Sucking me up bitches stuck on my nuts |
| Cause I fuck ‘em and bust on they face when I’m done |
| Lucky for us, she gon' act like a slut |
| I be making them sweat like they under the sun |
| I keep a felony on me wherever I go |
| When I don’t got no strap |
| I keep my enemies close to me |
| They not my homies, I know for a fact |
| I keep my Hennessy open |
| I keep my bitch twerkin' like she in a bath |
| I keep the medicine rollin' |
| Like fuck where you going |
| I’m smoking a sack |
| Looking like a flight risk |
| Blood on the light switch |
| Don’t get too close or you might get |
| Sliced with the knife I grip in my right fist |
| Catch me throwin' dick at a white bitch |
| Catch me gettin' lit like a light, bitch |
| Make slits in my wrist, fuck life |
| This don’t mean shit to none of y’all listening |
| Sip blood from a goat at my christening |
| Ice flood like a boat, sea glistening |
| On my wrist why am I |
| Talking 'bout my wrist again? |
| Lil Peep write songs for the middleman |
| Get back to the seminar, never known |
| In my head, hear gunshots letting off |
| Stone cross in the swamp moss |
| When the sun go down don’t get lost |
| When you see me with the mask |
| Don’t I look so good like that? |
| I’m drinking my flask and getting some ass |
| I roll into the scene and I slit my wrist |
| I’m feeling like god (feelin' like god) |
| Why they dress, because |
| Once in a day, not once in a day |
| I’m flicking the switch and I’m off of the wall |
| And you speakin' this language |
| I’m making these changes, making my place |
| The blood is still rainin', got the blood and the |
| That’s mixed up on my plate, but bitch I’m still dangerous |
| With my mask off feelin' like Payne, no shame |
| And do y’all motherfuckers like me |
| Don’t give a fuck about you, get the fuck from my sight |
| And I’ma slice my knife and |
| Every night, I’m watchin' myself die |
| I’m closing my eyes, I’d rather not cry |
| The morning comes and I sit right by the pipe |
| Got the rust on my whip, the blade on my hip |
| I finish a blunt then dispose of the zip |
| There’s smoke in my lips, these problems unzip |
| I’m making these bitches no longer exist |
| We the fuckin' killers from the garden |
| Lost in the fall where the party sing songs like blegh |
| Feelin' like a motherfuckin' god |
| I’m running through my hood, still screaming «fuck god» like blegh |
| We the fuckin' killers from the garden |
| Lost in the fall where the party sing songs like blegh |
| Feelin' like a motherfuckin' god |
| I’m running through my hood, still screaming «fuck god» like blegh |