Don’t kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon

You don’t have to lie
I can smell it in your eyes
That there’s something more to say, baby
Them words
Damn, run me back, yeah

If I could, if I could
If you could
Find the words to say
Find the words to say
Find the words
In the garden
Shed
Go

Don’t kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon

Ayo
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
For the garden
That is where I was hidin'
That was real love I was in
Ain’t no reason to pretend
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
Garden shed for the garçons
Them feelings that I was guardin'
Heavy on my mind
All my friends lost
They couldn’t read the signs
I didn’t wanna talk and tell 'em my location
And they ain’t wanna walk
Truth is, since a youth kid, thought it was a phase
Thought it’d be like the phrase; “poof,” gone
But, it’s still goin' on
Big fan of the beige tan
Polka dot nose, how it goes
Had to keep it on the subwoofer
A couple butterflies wanna float
But I was always like, “Eh”
Barely interested, but bagged just to brag to my boys like, “Bruh”
This is a crucial subject matter
Sensitive like cookin' batter
'Til the temperature that’s risin'
Steppin' on that ladder, tryna
Grab the rings of Saturn, I’ma
Planet by the time you hear this
Shit and chatter 'bout the heat
It will not fuckin' matter

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