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the garden - j. arrr lyrics

[j. arrr]
in my garden of peace it’s severed heads of serpents and lawn trimmings
we all bomb but my songs got a sadom vintage
i don’t talk much most of these rappers run on sentence
move in silence but cool with violence punches get long*winded
can’t tell the battles i fought cause the scars blemished
been on a walk with god but they say that the stars limits
they’re blowing smoke bill goldberg how it sparks entrance
but sit com around me or get that applause ending
been authentic but it’s more to that
this more than rap
no pressure in the quarter’s last i’m just more relaxed
they counted chickens before they hatched but was short a batch
now they’re scrambled like quarterbacks with a 40*dash
faster than mike vick before he crashed
i’m more advanced
you’re just a tortoise in a tour de france
a lotto ticket with the quarter scratch
y’all n*ggas more for chance
my sh*t could build the peephole, you just exploit the glance
ignored them chants of goat knew it’s hostile territory
all that praise to realize it’s a chupacabra ceremony
it’s true that you could copy never clone me
it’s best you know my heart ubiquitous so you ain’t gotta welcome home me
coming for my due until it’s nothing left to owe me
y’all still looking for acceptance n*gga that’s the old me
we might deserve to be respected globally
but sometimes the best get what’s left handed to em that’s gin0bili
matrimony fake here they’re too paid active
married streets so the judge threw the boo k at em
don’t possess a gavel still i don’t approve their actions
play the game but then they sing like a 2k anthem
these dudes can’t fathom the tracks i just usain past em
second line blew your mind, but n*gga husain actually
lui kang dragon i soufflé rappers
got this out the mud dog i bobby boucher what you can’t tackle
your view can’t capture the things that i’ve seen thru my iris
it’s embedded in my thoughts i don’t need the papyrus
seeing the violets n*ggas rootless
a lot of people pushing up daisies for what came out their tulips
it’s too sick
they spew sh*t but that’s a flytrap
my music only infused with what a lilacs
they climax then neglect the plot
i just hope that when i’m gone you forget*me*not
forget*me*not

- j arrr lyrics

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