Garden (feat. Lil Peep)

It's the king of the swamp (hoo) 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 duckin' and run Sucking me up, bitches stuck off my nut 'Cause I fuck 'em and bust on they face when I'm done Lucky for us, she gon' act like a slut I be makin' 'em 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 (nah) I keep my Hennessy open, I keep my bitch soaking like she in the bath I keep the medicine rolling like fuck where you going, I'm smoking a sack Looking like a flight risk Blood on the light switch Don't get too close or you might get sliced with the knife, I grip in my right fist (hoo) Catch me throwin' dick at a white bitch Catch me gettin' lit like a light, bitch Big slits in my wrist, fuck life, this don't mean shit to none of y'all listening Sip blood from the goat at my christening Ice float like a boat, sea glistening On my wrist, why I'm talkin' 'bout my wrist again? Lil Peep write songs for the mental men Get back to the seminar, Lebanon In my head, hear gunshots lettin' off Stone cross in the lows for the swamp moss When the sun go down, don't get lost When you see me with the mask (see me with the mask) Don't I look so good like that? I'm drinkin' my flask and gettin' some ass I roll into the scene and I slit my wrist I'm feeling like God (feeling like God) Water drip, they can swim in this sun No mortality, no more sanity I'm flippin' the switch and I'm off of the wall And you speakin' this language (yeah) I'm makin' these changes, makin' my places The blood is still rainin (yeah) Got the blood in the tea that's mixed up on my plate But bitch, I'm still dangerous With my mask, I'm feelin' like Bane, no shame And if y'all motherfuckers like me Don't give a fuck about you, get the fuck from my sight And I'ma slice my knife until death I seeing no light, 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 We the fuckin' killers from the garden Lost in the fog 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 fog where the party sing songs like blegh Feelin' like a motherfuckin' God I'm running through my hood, still screaming "Fuck God" like blegh