Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Garden , by - The Grouch. Song from the album The Tortoise and The Crow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Garden |
| Sun power glow |
| And the showers flow |
| Make the flowers grow |
| In my garden |
| Rich soil to sow |
| Can’t spoil this show |
| Boys and girls say «ho» |
| In my garden |
| Plant the seed indeed |
| We’ll sprout plenty to feed |
| This tree’s never falling |
| Now pull that weed up |
| And turn the beat up |
| Dig deep, my darling |
| In this garden, we all put our part in |
| Cultivate, accumulate, I’m fully starving |
| No bullies barge in around here arguing |
| This a peaceful space, when the ground hardens |
| Loosen the earth, make it soft again |
| Trying to yield a healthy crop, lots of them |
| Go on, raise the beds up, don’t box them in |
| We’ve got to leave room to expand and blossom |
| My friends, try this fruit, it’s awesome |
| Then, let’s talk to the plants and breathe oxygen |
| We giving them love and getting it back from them |
| The cycle repeats, that’s how our lives will extend |
| Keep rising, to the top, enterprising |
| Sinner inner out, when it’s easy on the eyes then |
| Make it easy on the mind too |
| Use a garden, you got to help shape and refine you |
| Sun power glow |
| And the showers flow |
| Make the flowers grow |
| In my garden |
| Rich soil to sow |
| Can’t spoil this show |
| Boys and girls say «ho» |
| In my garden |
| Plant the seed indeed |
| We’ll sprout plenty to feed |
| This tree’s never falling |
| Now pull that weed up |
| And turn the beat up |
| Dig deep, my darling |
| I’ll raise babies 'til I’m pushing up daisies |
| Composting the earth, or someone cremates me |
| Put my ashes in the atmosphere |
| 'Til we come back on that fresher this year |
| Stepping in, trimming leaves and stems |
| What’s left is so potent, wanna breathe it in |
| We grew this season’s seasoning |
| Hybrid, non-organic if we leave it to them |
| But we don’t, you can’t clone this |
| Can’t patent our actions in fact |
| When they ask, tell them we own this shit |
| From germination |
| Determined to learn and earn our own ways |
| Yearning greatness |
| So all you aphids |
| Won’t get to taste this |
| Truth is you’re herbicide |
| And I spray the mist |
| Sssss, from a culture sustained |
| We get no enemy like rain |
| Sun power glow |
| And the showers flow |
| Make the flowers grow |
| In my garden |
| Rich soil to sow |
| Can’t spoil this show |
| Boys and girls say «ho» |
| In my garden |
| Plant the seed indeed |
| We’ll sprout plenty to feed |
| This tree’s never falling |
| Now pull that weed up |
| And turn the beat up |
| Dig deep, my darling |