But it makes me happy Could have been the wrong one but it makes me happy I guess it's been the right one But it makes me happy, somehow it makes me sad
says:" As far as I can see you're not the only one for me" She's leaving sweet illusions I'm all by myself She's so happy to be It's too much freedom
miles away I?m 3000 miles away Apples are filled with razor blades But fools and innocents believe That love and faith and truth and beauty Can make a garden
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
only passing through." Passing through, passing through. Sometimes happy, sometimes blue, glad that I ran into you. Tell the people that you saw me passing through. I saw Adam leave the Garden
givin' you that gangsta shit! IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!" [Verse 1: Bun B] We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (
believe I was such a happy guy Now, I've found my place on earth Leavin' for Europe just can't be worth Baby, baby, won't you take my hand, to Hokkaido garden
darling This is your happy home Hiroshima cannot be pardoned Don't have kids when you get grown This world is shattered The wise are mourning, the fools
, la la la lie Even Bill Blake's boy, he had to die Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier Then next day the old fool
There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a fool Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to school His cheeks are made of peach fuzz
through." Passing through, passing through. Sometimes happy, sometimes blue, Glad that I ran into you. Tell the people that you saw me passing through. I saw adam leave the garden
la la lie Even little billy blake's boy, he had to die Then professor o'rye from millhaven high Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier Then next day the old fool
I love her And that daddy miss her you know I love you two Just keep doin' good in school and remember bein' bad, boy Don't make you cool might make a fool
We took this trip to Garden Grove It smelled like Lou dog inside the van, oh yeah This ain't no funky reggae party, 5 dollars at the door It gets so real
away I'm 3,000 miles away Apples are filled with razor blades But fools and innocents believe That love and faith and truth and beauty Can make a garden
in life we searchin' for that had to be new You gotta work it though 'cause everyday ain't Saturday fool Evolve into a better life and be happy with
go "Sleep little darlin'! This is your happy home Hiroshima cannot be pardoned! Don't have kids when you get grown. Because, this world is shattered The wise are mourning-- The fools
