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
still believe Why are you sleeping? Picking up pieces in the field? Why are you dreaming? Can you hear me when you call that name? Why are you sleeping still
stay forever Breathing lightly, pretty women, Pretty women Blowing out their candles or Combing out their hair Even when they leave They still are there
Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
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
fireman who looks after the fire. You, can't you see he's fooled you all. Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all. Share his
when you should deh pon the low And you can't flop fast if you stick to your task And the flowers ina your garden will grow Chorus Stop play the fool
side on the night before he died. He said, "One world must come out of World War Two" (ah, the fool) "Yankee, Russian, white or tan," he said, "A man is still
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
Here she is she picked it off In the garden just for me I can have it now or save it for later On the .. on the head to my shoulder Spend the .. from
swiggin got a nigga bent and wanna kill Fools try to catch me slippin but they never will I'm the mothafuckin X loc no joke I'm from the garden block
, fool, check the format Sweep you and that bullshit under the doormat Put it to your grill like I don't give a damn Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking
from 'round here I don't know them niggas I don't know them niggas I don't fuck with them niggas I don't know them hoes I don't fuck with them hoes Still
still movin', spokane that would be my town This is where the juggalos are born and crowned We give 'em the mike, they start rippin' Dead body flashes, I'm still
and nigga you sprung on that what you thanking (chorus) niggas in general sprung off the mineral I rather trip off a homie than a hoe and to my niggas in the gardens
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
