From three little girls Cause all my world's sad and weary My three little girls When this world got you feelin' low I don't need nowhere else to go Cause I get all the love I need They're in the garden collectin' snails On the bed read fairy tales I get

I feel like I've been living in A city with no children in it A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside Of a private prison The summer that I broke my arm I waited for your letter I have no feeling for you now Now that I know you better I wish that

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

Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

(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

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

Yeah Jack Daniel's kicked my ass again last night Always thought this heart was made of steel and bulletproof But the memory of her taillights fading just breaks it right in two They say every Superman has got his kryptonite I got a reputation going

I'm passed out in your garden I'm in I can't get off so soft I'd pop myself in your body I'd come into your party, but I'm soft I used to see you every day I danced around your folk and soul I danced to all your fucking soul I left you with your nose a

All kinds of roses All kinds of roses, grow in my garden, All kinds of creatures All kinds of creatures, run on my land, All kinds of children All kinds of children, play in my yard, So many feelings, so many feelings, flow through my blood All kinds

I will walk, with my hands bound I will walk, with my face blood I will walk, with my shadow flag Into your garden Garden of stone The direction of the eye So misleading The defection of the soul Nauseously quick