Lyrics:
Getting out the house with much less fear
I'm not going anywhere any time soon
So bring some drinks, my garden's got room
Let's get lunch, but keep your
That's why I'm always underground
They won't make another sound
Oh, here comes another 'round
Time to make some room inside this tomb
Come get covered now
and a Stetson hat
The world was asleep by the time he had
A conversation with the blues
In a long distance commissionary room
Conversation with the blues
In
Who taught you to kill the competition quickly with no sense of remorse
It's the scorcher of course
It's little Vincent with the writtens here
Believes with every fiber of her being that there is way to bring everyone together
The problem with her logic is that she views the two of them as different
woh
The world is watching, put your face down and cry like a boss
Respond to a personal question by making a joke, cover-up
Don't crack and shed a tear
woh!
The world is watching, put your face down and cry like a boss
Respond to a personal question by making a joke, cover-up
Don't crack and shed a tear
snow fall for minutes or more
And I smile with my teeth showing ear to ear
As the world freezes over at the start of the year
Like the Garden of Eden
Lifestyles of the poor but proud
Cuddle up on the porch and enjoy the view
We can't afford Niagara Falls
But there's a fountain by the old town hall
We'll
That seemed to do the trick that enticed him in
She took him by the lily-white hand
And led him through the hall
She took him to an upper room
some overzealous, out to wet the fuse
Just know better than to let a clown effect your view
Only fools get influenced by the loudest in the room
So uh,
ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin wall with
head
This could be a room with such a view
But it's covered up with junk
Blocking off the place the light gets through
So it keeps me in this funk
real, it's not from the surface
My words, they hit you harder than the shots taken before this
Chasing the bpm, with no opium, keeping the room's rpm
Now
ain't making more room
Clique already big, we don't need to make room
Brothers by my side and my team is even bigger
Six figures, only one finger, we
the elevator to my room
We could stare there too
In the bathtub where I bled
In my old house, you could open up my chest
Our shitty apartment
With no
the kind
By now I know her like the back of my hand
Intertwined with hers
But my view of her is still the same
Searching through my thoughts, distraught, I
& shout
Oooh tear it out
You just gotta say
Hey man, get out of my face
I deal with my problems at my own pace
With your screwed-down, anti-human views
And then with one big gulp, Seymore 'wolfed' him down. (Burp)
Um, let me recap the story briefly in case you just walked into the room:
Louie the Cat was
I'm just chilling alka seltzer
Like some snow that shit just melt
All that beef just went away
Done with that man we don't fray
Flower boy
Just smelt
fulled up
Glass stay fulled up
Wine shape figure
Picture close Insta
Bad by instinct
Keep these niggas in sync
Face gorgeous Halle berry
In your garden
I'm just chilling alka seltzer
Like some snow that shit just melt
All that beef just went away done
With that man we don't fray
Flower boy just smelt
and sink into the season.
I have always wanted
A garden that fills each year
With deep green, creeping violet leaves.
Here wrapped up in a paper gown
My
When Leo's coming back from school
With a tear in his eye
He always ran straight to his room
Rejected by a very cruel
Estranged father
He never
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