My Garden
Verse 1
Why God why God does it gotta be, does the apple of your eye fall far from the tree?
Soil and beans, so royal it seems, won't foil my skeams or spoil my dreams.
In Pod with a couple peeps deposit the p's, couple p's in my pod stay positive please.
Why God why God does it gotta be, does the apple of your eye fall far from the tree?
Come and walk through my garden luxurious and lush, flames spoke jargon so I talked to the bush, so curious I must, but must be pardoned for such, apologies if I marginalised your touch.
Let your feet be grounded, don't bite to such announcements, in meditative states we fly to the mountains. Destroy the one ring rule, call at about ten, she likes king krule and talking about him.
Chorus
But it's cool in my garden, we can pray we can lay we can talk.
Winter right round to autumn, leaves blossom when you came, please stay, can we walk.
Only you in my garden,
We can rescue birds and the bees.
From the views in my garden,
You can see just what I mean.
Break
Why God why God does it gotta be, does the apple of your eye fall far from the tree?
Why God why God does it gotta be, they never told you that God was a she.
Why God why God does it gotta be, does the apple of your eye fall far from the tree?
Why God is it only me?
Verse 2
Owh baby she like it raw, so she pick off some ginger and thyme as well.
Got fruits if your eyes are sore, and the mushrooms round the tree sometimes can help.
Ever altered your mind before? We can make wine for the meantime for now.
Didn't know what my eyes had saw, she nurtured nature beside herself.
That's when I knew.
This weren't my garden anymore, meant for more, what grew was what was harvested before.
And I knew we wouldn't starve if we endured,
the gardens not the gardeners, the garden isn't yours.
It's written in the stars in the psalms in the calls,
gotta listen for the message cuz it doesn't pause.
French kisses on her necklace, and french inhales to the lord,
Chorus
But it's cool in my garden, we can pray we can lay we can talk.
Winter right round to autumn, leaves blossom when you came, please stay, can we walk.
Only you in my garden,
We can rescue birds and the bees.
From the views in my garden,
You can see just what I mean.
It's all cool in my garden, we can pray we can lay we can talk.
Autor(es): Conor Foley-Bernard, David Hinman
