paroles de chanson My Garden - Kat Dahlia

Whoooooa. Whoooooa. Sing. Sing
Yea they got a lot of bitches, and they got a lot of wishes, they be fiending for the riches, they aint gotta give them up.
Whoooooa. Whoooooa. Sing. Sing
Yea they got a lot of bitches, and they got a lot of wishes, they be fiending for the riches, they aint gotta give them up.
My garden's white as daises. And it's untouched complete.
Checking my rhythm baby. My sky's been looking great.
My garden's white as daises. And it's untouched of sin.
My roots been craving lately. To soak in your diamonds.
Digging. (Digging). You want it. (You want it.)
And I want you laying on me. My flower bed's calling your name.
(Your name, Your name)
I'll let your wind fall down if it sparkles like diamonds. Just let me wear the crown, my garden's appetizing.
I'll let your wind fall down if it sparkles like diamonds. Just let me wear the crown, my garden's appetizing.
Whoooooa. Whoooooa. Sing. Sing
Yea they got a lot of bitches, and they got a lot of wishes, they be fiending for the riches, they aint gotta give them up.
Whoooooa. Whoooooa. Sing. Sing
Yea they got a lot of bitches, and they got a lot of wishes, they be fiending for the riches, they aint gotta give them up.
My garden's white as daises. And it's untouched complete.
Checking my rhythm baby. My sky's been looking great.
My garden's white as daises. And it's untouched of sin.
My roots been craving lately. To soak in your diamonds.
Digging. (Digging). You want it. (You want it.)
And I want you laying on me. My flower bed's calling your name.
(Your name, Your name)
I'll let your wind fall down if it sparkles like diamonds. Just let me wear the crown, my garden's appetizing.
I'll let your wind fall down if it sparkles like diamonds. Just let me wear the crown, my garden's appetizing.
Whoooooa. Whoooooa. Sing. Sing
Yea they got a lot of bitches, and they got a lot of wishes, they be fiending for the riches, they aint gotta give them up.
I'm singing, Whoooooa. I'm singing, Whoooooa.
Yea. Yea they got a lot of bitches, and they got a lot of wishes, they be fiending for the riches, they aint gotta give them up.
I'm singing, Whoooooa. Whoooooa. Yeaaaaa.
Digging. You want it. And I want you laying on it.
I'll have you. I'll have you. Screaming my na
Me.