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The Creator Tyler

Garden Shed

 

Garden Shed

(álbum: Flower Boy - 2017)


[Estelle:]
Don't kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon

[Tyler, The Creator:]
You don't have to hide
I can smell it in your eyes
That there's something more to say, baby
Them words
Damn, run me back, yeah

[Estelle & Tyler, The Creator:]
If I could, if I could
If you could
Find the words to say
Find the words to say
Find the words
In the garden
Shed
Go

[Estelle:]
Don't kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon

[Tyler, The Creator:]
Ayo
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
For the garden
That is where I was hiding
That was real love I was in
Ain't no reason to pretend
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
Garden shed for the garçons
Them feelings that I was guarding
Heavy on my mind
All my friends lost
They couldn't read the signs
I didn't wanna talk and tell 'em my location
And they ain't wanna walk
Truth is, since a youth kid, thought it was a phase
Thought it'd be like the phrase; "poof," gone
But, it's still going on
Big fan of the beige tan
Polka dot nose, how it goes
Had to keep it on the subwoofer
A couple butterflies wanna float
But I was always like, "Eh"
Barely interested, but bagged just to brag to my boys like, "Bruh"
This is a crucial subject matter
Sensitive like cooking batter
'Til the temperature that's rising
Stepping on that ladder, tryna
Grab the rings of Saturn, I'ma
Planet by the time you hear this
Shit and chatter 'bout the heat
It will not fucking matter

feito

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