Garden (feat. Atoms)

It's the king of the swamp

Come out the mud with the bugs on my face

And the muck in my lungs

Tuck in my gun

Keep it under my tongue

When I open my mouth

Get to ducking and run

Sucking me up bitches stuck on my nuts

'Cause I fuck ‘em and bust on they face when I'm done

Lucky for us, she gon’ act like a slut

I be making them sweat like they under the Sun

I keep a felony on me wherever I go

When I don't got no strap

I keep my enemies close to me

They not my homies, I know for a fact

I keep my Hennessy open

I keep my bitch twerkin' like she in a bath

I keep the medicine rollin'

Like fuck where you going

I'm smoking a sack

Looking like a flight risk

Blood on the light switch

Don't get too close or you might get

Sliced with the knife I grip in my right fist

Catch me throwin’ dick at a white bitch

Catch me gettin' lit like a light, bitch

Make slits in my wrist, fuck life

This don't mean shit to none of y'all listening

Sip blood from a goat at my christening

Ice flood like a boat, sea glistening

On my wrist why am I

Talking 'bout my wrist again?

Lil Peep write songs for the middleman

Get back to the seminar, never known

In my head, hear gunshots letting off

Stone cross [?] in the swamp moss

When the Sun go down don't get lost

When you see me with the mask

Don’t I look so good like that?

I'm drinking my flask and getting some ass

I roll into the scene and I slit my wrist

I'm feeling like God (feelin' like God)

[?]

I'm flicking the switch and I'm off of the wall

And you see, [?]

I'm making these changes, making my place

[?], But bitch I'm still dangerous

With my mask off feelin’ like [?], no shame

And do y’all motherfuckers like me

Don’t give a fuck about you, get the fuck from my sight

And I'ma slice my knife and [?]

Every night, I'm watchin' myself die

I'm closing my eyes, [?]

The morning comes and I [?]

Got the rust on my whip, the blade on my hip

I finish a blunt then I [?]

[?]

I'm making these bitches no longer exist

We the fuckin’ killers from the garden

Lost in the fall with a party singin’ songs like blegh

Feelin’ like a motherfuckin’ God

I'm running through my hood, still screaming fuck God like blegh

We the fuckin’ killers from the garden

Lost in the fall with a party singin’ songs like blegh

Feelin’ like a motherfuckin’ God

I'm running through my hood, still screaming fuck God like blegh