Garden Full

Roses,guns and some roses.

Garden of bodies full,

Guns and some roses,

Graves full of bodies;

Baby I need to chill.

Roses, guns and some roses.

Garden of bodies full.

Garden full of bodies, Grave's filled with angels.

If you ready, come get your halo.

If it's not written in stone,

Come see if you're story is a myth,

Or a fable.

Disconnecting brains like they forgot to pay the cable.

Meanwhile trying to see,

If this shorty can deep throat.

Giraffe neck,

So long; even lil mama gotta tip toe.

Shirt filled with holes,

Vision getting blurry.

Legs feeling heavy,

Head leaning;

Brains out, baby I think I rocked 'em.

Letting off til the cops come.

Niggas keep telling me to chill,

I think they need to stop popping them pills.

If she keeps,

Letting me cop them feels.

She coming home,

Riding my pony for real.

Niggas keep telling me to chill,

Garden of bodies full,

Guns and some roses,

Graves full of bodies;

Baby I need to chill.