See me winnin', now they wanna stop me Came from nothin', now we fuckin' flossin' I feel great, these people think I'm awesome Lil' baby, why you fraudin'? Plant my seed, watch me grow a garden Save your breath, I don't do the arguin' We done came up, we

If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream anymore I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit I have to pick them before they fall I finally grab one I hold it in my hand I open it up

Every time he'd talk about her, She was a flower for the takin', Her beauty cut just like a knife He was a banker from Macon, He swore he'd love her all a his life He bought her a mansion on the mountain, With a formal garden and a lot a land But

You never gonna change me I was already changin' I was wrong they say Flowers in the garden that won't grow Flowers on the train, it's not the same Flowers in the garden Life won't grow if we never change I'm missin'

You're living in a time machine Oh what are you gonna do And the fire of burning yesterdays Can only light the way To lead you from The garden of the dark When there's a part of you That needs to run with the wind Stay out of shadows

Send us home Children still play in the garden Dance as the sun slips away Not even stars last forever Cleanse us Acid rain Our day has come It's drawn in the sky So don't shead a tear now Be thankful for the time

The hours tick away - they tick away In the fullness of time In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test? It is what it is - and whatever Time is still the infinite jest The arrow files when you dream, the hours tick away

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem) There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem I'm going to pick that rose And watch her as she grows in my garden La la la, la la la, la la la la It is a special one, it's never seen the sun It only

So just take my hand, you know that I will never leave your side. Slow down, we've got time left to be lazy All the kids have bloomed from babies into flowers in our eyes. We've got fifty good years left to spend out in the garden I don't care to beg

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow