The Garden (Modern Men) Lyrics

Oh no

What did you do this for

I've been on my own for three days

I've been on my own

Yeah

I'm the light-skinned, white-skinned, tight-skinned, ripe skin, olive-skinned caramel young don African beast

Swinging on the city never see me cease

Always keep my peace

Never see the white threads get a crease

I've been on a call

Blud hit me up with a light bulb moment again

In the city I don't know who ma friend

In the garden singing on the backswing again

Went straight from the basement to the station ticket to the plane ready for a space lift, ya

Keys in my backpack to the ozone like I programmed the code to my own spaceship, beast

I'm a young olive dog but ma heart dark when I move in the black night and I shape-shift

Crew moving wavy, my crew

I'm going crazy for your astra love, your love your love

Come on my cosmic baby, cosmic

Get me higher than the stars above, oooooh

Oh yeah

Baby, my love

Baby, my love

Baby, my dream

Baby

Ayo my baby, ah

I know you like it like that, ahhhh

Make that booty clap clap

Ass down

Ass so fat, yeah

Put it on the burner

Back-burner

Girl returner, you know

I'll be your captain

You're my Tina Turner, Tina

Put it on the burner, flame

Ain't no shore too distant

Me I got a ting got it like that, wacka wacka

It's your turner

Oh

Yeah

Lord Green one take

Grew up in the north

I wanted more

Forged my armour and I'm ready for war, war

Boxed my talents and I stormed the fort

Never pull up late in my Trojan Horse, whore

Flew overseas and it's land of the Lord, plane

Halo rings and a silver sword yeah yeah

I like the way she walk yeah yeah

I like the way she talk

Her tongue tap my tip in morse, tip it

Penthouse Amsterdam South, ahhh yeah

Smoke sent me west

Took an ice rip lit on the couch

I'm seeing stars

Took a trip on Mars

Yeah yeah, Mars

Bacardi and lime at the bar yeah yeah, bar

Now we fretting over wooden whistles and a six-string guitar

And it goes a little like this yeah

You were so freakishly good to me

And I never really said that I'm sorry baby

Or should I say my bebe

You were so freakishly good to me

And I never really said that I'm sorry baby

Or should I say my bebe