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Fools Garden Still

Weightless and clear Yes, I do Don't you be anxious Yes, I do hear what you say Why are you sleeping? Tell me why you still believe Why are you sleeping

fullies strapped at your bed side Chiddy-chiddy bang bang, nothing but that Garden game Who ride, and ? old records. Get your face re-arranged Cuz on my block, 24-7 fools

t have tripped Now he lay dead in the ditch Ass ripped Suckin' on his own dick Money talk Bullshit walk Fool this ain't no sunshine Three killas One garden

s he Well it's that dead motherfucker doe Well whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden

Crush and trip the circuits, my niggaz is haywire For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire Retire cause your name ain't no longer on the flyer You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er Still

to a homicide Throw you in the trunk take a ride to the Eastside It's a suicide when you're fucking with the Hill Fool drop your weapon or I'm comming

when you come and see me In California You cross the border of my heart Well, I have sown untidy furrows Across my soul But I am still a coward Content to see my garden

we love you love you love you... You broke their rules As questions came more often Nobody knew about your friend in the garden outside Felt like a fool

In my secret garden, I'm looking for the perfect flower Waiting for my finest hour In my secret garden, I still believe after all I still believe and