Ultimate goals and phrases that we once heard Don't let it spread one more time Just push them back I believe in love We dance together we're all as one
givin' you that gangsta shit! IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!" [Verse 1: Bun B] We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (
felony flats, I'm on gardener Everyone in the world I lost my partner, this is where I'm from Though I don't have to be scared to scream out juggalo
, uh, 4 inches out You back that nigga that pack that gat And hit that indo-sack It's like that Cannabis and tea've, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool All
we all got to die You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home They found him the next week up in One
I really miss you Oh baby, I'm a lady, a baby, oh baby Well you haven't got much to say, uh-uh Just take me to the garden I know there's a way See that
There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a fool Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to school His cheeks are made of peach fuzz
told me we all got to die You must have heard about the curse of millhaven How last christmas bill blake's little boy didn't come Home They found him next week in one
state of evolution Some people try to differ from one another To beat life's quiz is not an easy task Hots pepper produce an unpleasant pain Yet fools
Hemingway The swimming pool not taken? Watch out for frost Don?t get busted like Milton or paradise will be lost It?s like that, and that?s the way
I wouldn't lie to you so make the garden, and these hoes Don't apply to you, ya heard me boy? You gotta dedicate Your life to God 'cause he's the one
certain of your way? [LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD] The way is clear, The light is good, I have no fear, Nor no one should. The woods are just trees, The
He lived alone with his books and his records and his telescope with all the doors locked days piled upon each other one by tedious one until the pressure
at the stars And he thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden and set out
life of a fool Just one day in the life of a fool, just one day in the life of a fool Just one day, just one day in the life of a fool Just one day in
Richards, game for a laugh Dancing us down the garden path To a place where money grows on trees Where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease There's only one
-high rubber boots strapped on And molly got the big flashlights out And by the welcome to new England sign Got him with the fishing line in the dark smell of brine Betty said this one
