Lyrics:
Spacing out in the garden
The grow where you lost something
Lavender and grape hyacinth, expensive Egyptian mint
Filling up some hole in your soul
I been
afraid you wouldn't see me
I didn't know what to say, afraid you'd never ask
The desperate and the weary, don't have much in common.
Pretty hyacinth boy
I got rep, don't dare sleep
Slept and got, crept
An AC DC spider went up the wall we mount
Now came down the Common the Common Sense, and now
To come back from the dead
And every hyacinth the garden wears
To pour out of his head
Carpe diem
Became the common cry
braided the grass
And the hyacinth bloomed
And we planted grape seeds
Moon after moon
And when you return
Can you tell me how it was
Share a taste
me a favor and promise me you ain't playing
Cuz' if ya playin' I'll turn ya grape to a raisin quick
I'm really swift with these words I say and these
Why is my mind high on this pie in the sky wildness
I am a shy hyacinth, fire my psychiatrist, die
Wrong or right I'm walking right into a fire pit
I've been bent over beds of Begonias
Asters and Hyacinth
Saw the light from the roof your attic room
But I know you're not home right now
I can't go
behind these bars for the rest of my life
I will never see the light of day again
Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is
Wash it down with a pound of Master Shake's sherbert
Sheets stained, wild royalty like a lion's mane
Not a common lame who grows rose gardens with
The drums made me laugh
The bass made me cry
Juliet has caught my eye
But can she keep it?
Because Ophelia has hyacinths in her hair
Though
A contradiction
To be an artist where the art is
I plant gardens
To find my hyacinths, my higher sense isn't always common sense
That's what my aunt said
I tread
behind these bars for the rest of my life
I will never see the light of day again
Now witnessing this rare occasion I bear fruits of my labor this grape is
August 6th
Aug. 6th, carved in desks with old knives:
Back when our common cause was alive, and--let's say--the hyacinth fields were in bloom,
(I don't like you
Acting like an ape but walking like a goose
Maybe got the grapes, but don't know how to juice
Fake you're modeling but looking like
separate ways
You the black Al Bundy
Listen man, I'm feeling real upset today
Cause I heard you paid some niggas from Grape
Street to fuck up our battle
Wo
Ride around town
Got grapes on my jeans
A hand on the wheel
Other hand on the chick
I love when she come
She hate when i leave
Say she wanna go
sprinkled
All in her hair
She's my sweet soul woman
You're like aging wine
We've got so much in common
And it gets better with time
She's no beauty
my accomplishments (accomplishments)
Without the money, don't make common sense (common sense)
I watched my mama struggle with the rent (too many
local, this the Tiger of Sweden
The wine is made from grapes that's from the Garden of Eden
Remember I was broke, instead of help you're competing?
So I
no diamonds
Heard it through the grape vine
That they hating on us
Food for thought
Why you think they always waiting on us
Ace popper show stopper
to leave I know it's hard to achieve
If they had common sense then why would they not see?
Foreign creatures they may beat us Inter-dimensional beings could
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
cases
Till that metals in they mouth like a pair of braces.
Big road talk slick up in them fake lies
Same time he just another fruit up in the grape
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