Singing from the garden Only the beginning I'm only getting started I don't mind the digging Baby, I'll work harder Singing from the bottom When you saw me out your window I've been washing dishes

Ain't digging for no gold Just somebody to love... unconditional love You never see it coming Then the next thing you know... unconditional love... unconditional love She ain't looking for no diamonds No necesito nada ni a nadie si te tengo aquí Te amo

Ain't digging for no gold Just somebody to love... unconditional love You never see it coming Then the next thing you know... unconditional love... unconditional love She ain't looking for no diamonds No necesito nada ni a nadie si te tengo aquí Te amo

She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag) And nobody gets hurt (Nobody) Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast) So I'm making it worse (Making it worse) Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past I'm a whole different person (A whole

I wanna ride Up and down like a zipper Zipper, zipper, zipper And all the ladies say Got me fiending I’ma mark my territory Shawty I’m an animal, slowly digging in to you

The hearts of men In the hearts of men What I tell you, nigga When I come out of jail, what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right Hey Quik, let me get them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars Yeah nigga, time to ride

Let me tell you it's always cool Car wash yeah You might not ever get rich But let me tell you it's better than digging a ditch There ain't no telling who you might meet A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief Working at the car wash Working at the

Digging deep inside of me Getting past this agony I can't seem to get away Another day rotting in vain The suffering is fading, I scream into the sky Repulsion invades me, I say goodbye I wouldn't be angry if you just fucking cried Your tears would

I suffer well I've killed my fears a thousand times, I've been oppressed I'm digging in and found another reason to confess I set on fire what's out my house so I can see the mess Just take it all and burn it all, until there's nothing left Got amnesia,

A gypsy driftin' down the road I learned quick my eighteenth summer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint