paroles de chanson The Garden (feat. Christon Gray) - Eshon Burgundy feat. Christon Gray

What a lovely garden
Made for God and man
Oh, but this beautiful world is gone
And I long to see my father again
Yea, uh
You don't know me, you don't know me
But I'm talking to you like I know you and I know what's better for you
I'll tell you what the problem is, listen to me
First of all,?
Watch me as I break down? me as I skate around the truth
I know you tryna eat
But after that we gon' cop a coop, a drop
Or the Panamera, hard top like our boy Judas
New York wrist wear, that time's squarer than Frank Mueller's
Promises, promises that the devil make
The opposite of common sense, your mind should be in better shape
Instead of coppin' that rocky that make you levitate
Said you want four that's two couples, that's a double date
A double date with death, hold up homie take your breath
Only got so much time for this thing take effect
On the sidelines they over there takin' bets
Disobey the guidelines and now you must embrace the threat
Yea, you was rocking with the best
I pray they saved you from the burn like vodka in your chest
So yea, now your man is gettin' cocky with the check
He flipped on you like the cradle plan on rocking you to death
Oh, yea
The world froze, toe tag laying on his back
So cold you see the smoke when I spoke the fact
The con man was in the shape of a snake
He robbed us of eternal life and now we fade away
We fadin' to black
Please don't believe this dying world will get any better
We chose to kill ourselves it was never meant to be
And if I could only make you see that your heart has been deceived
By the serpent in the garden when we ate from the tree
Bamboozled, hoodwinked
Completely convinced that suicide was a good thing
Even though, the tree of life was a good thing
He knew the tree of good and evil would kill his pride and ego and fill his soul
Now everyone in the hood sing of all the pain
Suburbian, rich folks, quick to complain
The whole world a rotten apple, drop it on the floor
Don't be deceived thinking something pure is at the core
Because it ain't, hit the bank and draw the blank
Cause the riches are in heaven, don't get twisted by the reverends either
Living good while the congregation living hood
Selling salvation for big houses and car payments
World peace is way out of our reach
TV and radio play the sermons the devil preach
Saying fire ain't hot, warm water is cold
Laugh and taking my cold hard cash, selling me dreams
Marketing to people like they marketing to fiends
Selling heaven to everybody everyone is the same
That's what they claim, treating me like I ain't got no brain
Like they ain't selling crack rock cocaine to felons
Weed eliminates the need for morality
The end justifies the means and that means salary
The term weight of the world never pertain to calories
I think of what it means, and what reigns true is calvary
What a lovely garden
Made for God and man
Oh, but this beautiful world is gone
And I long to see my father again