Lyrics:
The garden gnome
See my friend the garden gnome
Out there in his garden home
Standin' guard in the garden let's join him so he's not alone
Havin' fun just
to the side
CD player and our pens, friends passing the time
Oh you listen to Kick, Push too and Kick Push 2?
Whisperin' I just wanna kick it, miss school
Forgotten and discarded
Power to the strange fruit they thought
Was rotten in the garden
Power to those sitting alone
Seeking solace in the calmness
Power
You think your cool cause you're dipping out of school
But you'll never really know when the garden grows
You think your cool cause you're dipping
(Another one) Yeah I stay down with my day one niggas and we in the club screaming
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new (DJ
(Another one) Yeah I stay down with my day one niggas and we in the club screaming
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new (DJ
When I stroll through
All grey, in that Oxford
That's that old school
From my gold shoes to my gold tooth
Looking fresher than some lettuce
Dressing more
hand bookstore. He never wrote so we never knew where
he was. He studied for a while, after leaving home, at Oxford on
a couple of scholarships, won all
There she goes again
The girl I'm in love with
It's cool, we're just friends
We walk the halls at school
We know it's casual
It's cool, we're
friend
Those in search of will always find
I'm on my way home
Home meaning self
And no matter how high I fly
I will always be
Sheeda's Back Baby
This is
Ok, right, so, drill
Get into my drilly meditation
Drill gods, be with me
I should probably say, shout out to my friends in prison, shouldn't I?
these racks
Going broke I can't go back
Rick Owens jacket on my back
Fly as shit and that's a fact uh
Dropped out of school I get these racks up anyway
whether you go school for oxford
Or even if you be elementary school dropout
I no mind if na face me I go face you
I no care if you dey live with like
to explain
That radio play doesn't pay these days
It's the school friends who tilt their head
And say- oh? I thought you'd be working
In the city of London
really Catching on to you
I can plant the seeds and see how the Garden grew
Too much money change a friend
Yeah that shit ain't cool
Liquor in my liver
opened up new pathways for expression and experience
Born into a wealthy family, position; the oldest son
From this title, he was sent away to the school
to state school and he went off Oxford
I think somebody told me he was gonna be a doctor
Or maybe an attorney in the footsteps of his father
But the story
dangling them
Or take it old school bring a sandal for them
And if you heard my bars though that was a send?
Then you better bring backwards my friend
Im
6:06 AM, same old ways, school bus days.
Freezing at the bus stop again. Two headphones and zero friends.
Breathing heat on my hands, overthinking
6:06 AM, same old ways, school bus days.
Freezing at the bus stop again. Two headphones and zero friends.
Breathing heat on my hands, overthinking
and educated like you just came from Cambridge
Got goals on you man I swear that shit amazing
Graduated Oxford
Heard you back in town baby, hit me what's your
birthplace
And ate some steamed tomatoes
Stood near a statue of Dante
In Verona with a friend
Drank beer near the Dublin writer's museum
That was fun
I cannot
a way that's just right, oh
He's an Oxford English first, but he never went to school
He's a nosy fucker with a sticky tongue and he's so much cooler
chapters then,
Straighten up your collar cause you about to celebrate a friend.
Family do the worse sometimes I get nortious.
No-one could believe the way
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