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risen, the blood to your head
Embryo to a fetus, Jesus from the dead
The Sun on the horizon the needle and the thread
It's time to reap what you sewed
Who is useful more?
The warrior in the garden or gardener in the war.
Point of sale all transgressions.
Mind equivalent Danny Glover reminscint
platinum on me right now, I look like the tin man
Tunechi a gardener, I'm about to water that bitch implants
You kick it off, I kick your ass, don't piss
Growing like a rose vine
Soon I hope we intertwine but your daddy hired the gardener to snip snip
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Growing up you used to drink that rose water
True I was a gardener, once upon a time
When the world was young and all the earth was mine
Mine to tend to, to plough and to sow
Before mankind came
gone wait I'm on a date
Got your sister gave me head dick n she fucking ate
You wanna rob you gone Play I'm saying mate
Shoot your sister your grandma
I have observed that the gardener's Eden
Is sown in tears for the flower's feedin'
Within my bowels no pith is conjured
For howls of the mundane
Don't feel tired
You are alive
And even when your head rings now, and even when your back gives out
I will be there, loving your clothes, laughing
to rest my weary head
Upon this green and loamy bed
Questions now flow through my mind
I doubt the gardener's design
Whyfor do the plants grow tall?
If not
trust in you girl I feel forsaken
Riding through the Gardener Express we sliding through the highway
I made a couple lefts on crossroads hope we went
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fucking with that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip,
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fucking with that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip,
the victim hurt his neck? I'm going in.
I support your chin, airway and spine,
With my head-splint technique everything is fine.
My EAP is CPR after
the side of my bed
As he did before I went away
What will Thomas, that old gardener, say
When you ask him for flowers for me
Will he give you a rose he
Pensioner's waiting for leap year to come
And the young singer's waiting to sing
And there's a gardener outside a big estate
Waiting for the grass
my bed
Like she did before I went away
What will Thomas, the old gardener do
When you ask him for flowers for me
Will he give you a rose he has
H-E-A-D,
All you washed up hoes tryin' to throw that P
You're just a big freak, you better not complain,
When you hear these cocktails and you
I'm the boy at the bus stop rockin' 'till his head fall off
Rollin' 'round in the hoopdie 'till the wheels come off
Tonight we high
No lookin' back
a child I'd like a son,
Not a daughter
'Cause she'd be just like you
And you know that would not do
I'm no builder, I'm no gardener
I sing some
H-E-A-D,
All you washed up hoes tryin to throw that P
You're just a big freak, you better not complain,
When you hear these c***tails and you hear
between the frames
Almost clinging to one another
This one's tiny head pushed
Into another's tiny wing
One's forelegs resting on another's face
Champagne pop
Gun get pop
Head top pop
Head-shot pop
Council pop
Scoundrel pop pop pop pop
Champagne pop
Gun get pop
Head top pop
Head-shot pop
Head dizzy, loot spent
Bih we spinning
Head dizzy, loot spent
Bih we spinning
Head dizzy, loot spent
Bih we spinning
Head dizzy, loot spent
Bih we
H-E-A-D,
All you washed up hoes tryin to throw that P
You're just a big freak, you better not complain,
When you hear these cocktails and you hear
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