| I Got It |
|---|
| My senses so alive in these gardens |
| I found a paradise |
| But they’re coming |
| Bodies they overheating deserts icy cold |
| Bandits with golden teeth |
| It’s getting kinda old |
| I got it |
| I got it |
| I got it |
| I got it |
| I take it |
| Some treasures lie within |
| Hiding |
| Vultures up in the sky |
| They’ll die trying |
| Milk runs down withered skin |
| The meat falls off the bone |
| Under these shady trees |
| This heaven we call home |
| I got it |
| I got it |
| I got it |
| I got it |
| I take it |
