Текст The Garden – Thy Mission

Wyatt:
Scum shit, dumb shit, drumstick, vanilla
Expiration date, I can give you salmonella
Truth is, I’m lucky, I made it off a fluke, like a junkie

I’m a stupid prick
Talking to myself
On the way home
I don’t need your help

Even if I did
I wouldn’t let you know
Flame lit like a candle
Chop it up and go

Mac Demarco:
I can pay you twenty
I called so many times
I can pay you twenty
Don’t know what’s in these bags

I can pay you twenty
I called so many times
I can pay you thirty
Don’t know what’s in these bags

Wyatt:
Scum shit, dumb shit, drumstick, vanilla
Expiration date, I can give you salmonella
Truth is, I’m lucky, I made it off a fluke, like a junkie
Soil is, so murky, future is a haze, I am foggy

I’m a stupid prick
Talking to myself
On the way home

Even if I did
I wouldn’t let you know
Flaming like a candle
Drop it like a phone

Mac Demarco:
I can pay you twenty
I called so many times
I can pay you twenty
Don’t know what’s in these bags

I can pay you twenty
I called so many times
I can pay you thirty
Don’t know what’s in these bags