Garden

[Verse 1: Lil Peep]

It's the king of the swamp (Who!)

Come out the mud with the bugs on my face and the muck in my lungs

Tuck in my gun, keep it under my tongue

When I open my mouth, get to ducking and run

Sucking me up bitches stuck on my nuts

Cause I fuck ‘em and bust on they face when I'm done

Lucky for us, she gon’ act like a slut

I be making them sweat like they under the sun

I keep a felony on me wherever I go

When I don't got no strap

I keep my enemies close to me

They not my homies, I know for a fact

I keep my Hennessy open

I keep my bitch soakin' like she in the bath

I keep the medicine rollin'

Like fuck where you going, I'm smoking a sack

Looking like a flyin' wrist, blood on the light switch

Don't get too close or you might get sliced with the knife I grip in my right fist (Who!)

Catch me throwin’ dick at a white bitch

Catch me gettin' lit like a light, bitch

Make slits in my wrist, fuck life

This don't mean shit to none of y'all listening

Sip blood from a goat at my christening

Ice float like a boat, sea glistening

On my wrist, why am I talking 'bout my wrist again?

Lil Peep write songs for the mental man

Get back to the seminar, Lebanon

In my head, hear gunshots letting off

Stone cross in the lows with the swamp moss

When the sun go down don't get lost

[Verse 2: DEATH+]

When you see me with the mask

Don’t I look so good like that?

I’m drinking my flask and getting some ass

I roll into the scene and I slit my wrist

I’m feeling like god (Feelin' like god)

Why they dress, because I'm in the zone

Once in a day, not once in a day

I'm flickin' the switch and I'm off of the wall

And you speakin' this language (Yuh)

I’m makin' these changes, makin' my place

The blood is still rainin', got the blood and the [?]

That’s mixed up on my plate, but bitch I’m still dangerous

With my mask off feelin’ like Payne, no shame

And do y’all motherfuckers like me

Don’t give a fuck about you, get the fuck from my sight

And I'ma slice my knife and this a lesson you'll know later

Every night, I'm watchin' myself die

I’m closing my eyes, I'd rather not cry

The morning comes and I sit right by the pipe

Got the rust on my whip, the blade on my hip

I finish a blunt then dispose of the zip

There’s smoke in my lips, these problems unzip

I’m making these bitches no longer exist

[Hook: DEATH+]

We the fuckin’ killers from the garden

Lost in the fall where the party sing songs like blegh

Feelin’ like a motherfuckin’ god

I’m running through my hood, still screaming “fuck god” like blegh

We the fuckin’ killers from the garden

Lost in the fall where the party sing songs like blegh

Feelin’ like a motherfuckin’ god

I’m running through my hood, still screaming “fuck god” like blegh

• Artist:DEATH PLUS
• Album:Garden