Lyrics:
that were doubting the life I wanna be living
Cuz I'm a dreamer
Cuz I wanna sell out arenas
But they just go straight to my heart and tear it apart
Cuz
y'all
Told me that I'd wake up in an hour or two
But then I slipped into a coma
Ok now what to do
Ok the stress is rising
Necrotising fashyitis
Flesh is
This shit is blood sweat and tears here,
Ain't no dividing yo shit around here,
So listen here switch ya gear or disappear,
You 's a opp,
I never miss
I've found a garden full of flowers
I thought of you and said hey
Here we could share our tears and laughter's
Even share our vows promise we'll
the darkest corner
To share it's final night
We left the place like fugitives
No tear was left to cry
Escorted by malicious pleasure
Expelled by wicked eyes
About getting
Lost in
Your own head
Lost In
Your own head
Sit with me
We're by the birds and the bees
Playing hide and seek
By the garden shed
Oh how you
that was of value to me was in London.
By the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
Forever Autumn
by on hopes and dreams.
I've seen southern belles _____ ____ ___
And ________ with their heads held high,
They can tear me down, down, down,
But
Side by side in bed till noon
A warm embrace
Her smile defies all time and space
Summers warmth and garden gates
No better place
the back.
Just like teardrops, the limbs of the dying trees began to fall, one by one.
Now let me sleep. Let me sleep, In this garden that never blooms.
spittin' out a coma
And I'm still lettin' the money pile like Goma
And I smoke that kill, y'all blowin' on begonias
And I keep a fill of that grass like
keep the Maggie on me like Homer
And I'm too sick man I'm spittin' out a coma
And I'm still lettin' the money pile like goma
And I smoke that kill,
creating some stealth
No meal prep full plate starving, need the health
Fresh garlic got a little zing to it
Selling out the Garden got a nice ring to it
stealth
No meal prep full plate starving, need the health
Fresh garlic got a little zing to it
Selling out the Garden got a nice ring to it
Sipping on some
on the time clock, other watching behind
Ain't no calling the crime stop, pray to powers divine
Only sign that he ever gave was to vacate by nine, or pop out
of these non talented ass niggas coming after me
Can't do it by yourself so you gotta call the Calvary
Pick mes and lame hoes that must be who you wanna be
waterslides
All natural bush gardens are it for me
Since I initially caught your scent
I wanna devour you
Can't keep our mouths off each other
Clear my throat,
when you say my name
Better be a mate because if your a fake
Then it's off with your head like a snake in the garden
Ain't no way imma pardon
So today
the comas
Yes I’m seeing ricotta
Only cheating with ciabatta
Eating in the streets like it’s a Diner
Heat the beat up like a sauna
Don’t sweat me
Passed
the starlight that's so far away
Above the devil's garden
The fertile soil of poison hearts
Fed by tears and nighttime rain
Under Translyvanian moon
Grows
CHAPTER TWO
lyrics by Carley COMA
CHAPTER THREE
organica
I'll send my swollen dreams
Sunami thereafter
I'll clean the still and fragile plate clean
flesh
(Just let me look)
I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time passed me by
It hardly seems to matter now, not now
You stand there with
has to keep going
Standing on the land that's only been flowing
With blood sweat and tears from the years of battling omens
Era epa era by the end
has to keep going
Standing on the land that's only been flowing
With blood sweat and tears from the years of battling omens
Era epa era by the end
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