Life was simple in the primal days We'd just found our way to start it small We were happy, walking in the sun Rock the little once that summer Smiling
our lean hour) Milking your moustache? or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses in my garden bower
I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the Garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess than I guess I'm just New Orleans
and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest Step up to the target If I had one guess than I guess I'm just New Orleans And I will never stop like I
the Garden, fresher than the harvest step up to the target, if i had one guess than I guess im just New Orleans, and I will never stop like i?m running
came, and flowers grew and roses bloomed to form this garden of a life you've made. And in this city you once knew as hell is a garden where I enjoy
a dream My bed is moving, I cannot see a thing I am in total darkness, someone is calling I can feel the chill, it's all around Me I know it's not a
: (Smith/Kaye/Ray/Shanahan/Daugherty) I had a dream Mr. King If you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing A sacred garden And the blossoms fell And they
and smell the Garden Fresher than the harvest Step up to the target If i had one guess than I guess im just New Orleans And I will never stop like I'm
you got to witness Bitches [Chorus] [Kanye West] I used to have hood dreams Big fame, big chains I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came I
smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess then I guess I'm just New Orleans And I will never stop like I'm
I had a dream, Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing a sacred garden And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy And the nature cried
bells will ring; To summon back the fire witch To the court of the crimson king. The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower. I chase
brass bells will ring To summon back the fire witch To the court of the Crimson King The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower I
crack hand him his purse back I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker than coal Like Nat King, I
