Lyrics Lil Peep – Garden
Text:
Lil Peep:
It’s the king of the swamp (Who!)
Come out the mud with the bugs on my face
And the muck in my lungs
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
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
DEATH+:
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
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Lil Peep – Garden
