It can happen to you, it can happen to me, it can happen to all of us, I'm trying to see It's a little too late, I've made a little mistake, it can happen
Traduction: Fool's Garden. Ça peut arriver.
: It can happen to you, it can happen to me, it can happen to all of us, I'm trying to see It's a little too late, I've made a little mistake, it can
animatin Let's turf talk before you niggaz thuggin it up It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin on sight
(Fool's Garden) I'm sitting here in a boring room It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon I'm wasting my time I got nothing to do I'm hanging around
B] We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay) When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden Make it hash up in the oven (Man
cash register it's cool for the fool that just happens to be a crack dealer or rappin' back in the day it wasn't no problem cause it was ok, to just
Cause we straight jackin, if I say it's on it's crackin Young thugs, from Y.A., we make it happen Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein
night Like a 747 to L.A. that's in flight Free, like a garden flourishin' in the wind Like a student bout to do it when he's graduatin' Free, from any
evil pilgrimage Something had happened beyond her control A moment of madness unfettered a soul That would relish a freedom denied once before By a desperate nation with it's
Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging
It can happen to you It can happen to me It can happen to all of us I'm trying to see It's a little too late I've made a little mistake It can happen
It's some kind of perfect interference All that I can see my baby's glad to be to all appearance All that I can say it's happening every day She has
Fool's Garden - Lemon Tree I'm sitting here in the boring room It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon I'm wasting my time I got nothing to do I'm hanging
, no bitch It's meant for me to survive this gangster shit Meant for you not to be livin', food for the pigeons It's rules I'm givin', new lessons for
