Mmm
Mmm-mm, mmmmm
Yeah-yeah, ye-e-e-eah
Ye-e-e-eah, yeah
Mmm
Tell me whatchu thinking, it's become an issue
I never really got to taste your max-potential, wait
You was moving faster though, I hardly meant to
Hey, that's the way it happens
Look what God could send you
Posted in ma room, I gotta keep recording
Least a couple beats per day won't waste the marley
Opened up ma Daws, I used to play with Logic
But since I got that Ableton a nigguh gone bitch
Your shit is garbage
Nobody contest
See me, they wan vex
Rolling these gardens
Ayy, pull out the sirens
Rolling these gardens
Roll in these gardens
Pull up out these sirens
Rolling these gardens
On ma mama nigguh, never fault the process
I ain't doing singles, I just ghost and drop the project
Written off these topics
Pimping on melodics
Ripping vinyls just to find that section I could vibe with
Wished I played the violin
Or became a pilot
Never followed up my acting, after school recitals
Peter fuckin' piper
Picked some peppers, I know
How that shit relate, don't ask me
I didn't think that line through shit still Flo wing regardless
Bitch so...
Still rolling these gardens
Ayy, pull out the sirens
Rolling these gardens
Roll in these gardens
Pull up out these sirens
Rolling these gardens
I'm in the garden feeling like King-Kong
Outside with the sirens, yo
I smoke my smoke
Love my greem
I'm not caring what you believe
Rolling these gardens
Pull out the sirens (pull out the sirens)
Rolling these gardens
(Roll, in these gardens)
(Pull out the sirens)
Rolling these gardens
Pa-ra-ri-ram-tam-tam-ra-ram