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Devlin

Genres: Metal

The Garden Lyrics - Devlin

(Verse) 

Welcome to the garden that hates you and Jim larden 

Where weed trees grow around the things that leave the parted 

By AKs and black bags you think are full of garbage 

Guess the game of weapon are attained like Osamas 

Who, by the way, is still alive, and stays to say hello 

And told me to tell you that hes just laying low 

Then disclose the TV paid to take the blame 

For what happened to the towers, so America could take control. 

Im making plans smush, but this aint rock and roll, 

Just a snipp out of the crazyness of the life I know 

Inside it grind me slow, blow your mind out of hole 

You fly back to return to its rightful home 

Im like a war whole of lyrics but much more in the spirit 

Im trying to come out with spell and take control 

Of every single area code across the globe 

For every fairy tower tell it straight and bold 

Is something like the common cold, 

No ones find a cure for me, so I just hang around until its time to go 

And come back when I decide to, 

And play personas for viruses, like bird flu and swine flu. 

Or what happens in line is next that been designed to 

Kill it slowly with a knife, is human zu 

Its jay lardan with a shade in alley way 

Dont ask me who I am, who the fuck are you, fucking rude? 

All my bars in rhymes move in synchracy 

Think of me like mother marry but he cant get into me 

By virgin all the pussy hoes 

You think that I mistake to em, 

Instinct to be inside my teeth. 

In the down next, take a rain check, 

Instead of blazing you I probably roll the place to bless 

Barber spraying to the damn date the game starts 

Make sense, wont stop until Im dead, 

Thats why I move into great extence, 

Bring me back to life in fifty thousand years 

And I reign on whoever recognize. 

Then came back with a diet coke jacking eyes 

See words to me is worst through the devils eyes 

I never went to it lost a part and made me jealous 

Throw my hands up, I admit 

That I want my hands to be, cause I feel like a man cuff 

But now I broke free, Im never leaving bankrupt 

Rappers think that that stiff rather that who is this 

Just know I go hard, lapoon start, you know this is 

New mandoon into a fool and know what this is 

Until you hide unlike the moonlight and is the cuntoshionist 

I see men collecting metals, I think we need to pause a bit 

Cause I aint hating for the day that I start making some stuff 

Probably like and old friend 

And first veil upon myself from all the bullshits 

Anyways, I never stray away from real, 

All I can do, I guess, is demonstrate the way I feel 

The way I speak, the way I move, the way I breathe, the way I am 

So real life got me chasing and that kept me still 

I lost with diabetes, time to meet my tombstone in fucking wheel 

Listen, sometimes hard to get signed, but thats irrelevant, 

I try to make, but I never had a lucky deal 

So you breads can climb my money kill 

Cause tv is on the run for money still 

And in my hands theyre on the blodd they want it too 

Im own team, you know me, 

Running through the whole scene, screaming dang it Im a zin 

With your whippers snappers drapping on it still 

What the fuck is with that man chapper that you killed 

Crackers smacking everywhere, just like the weed and pills 

My backyard is too rough for tench marsh. 

Fuck all the little pricks who keep saying my name 

Youll never be as ill. 

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