Garden of Eden

Give another call to the lifeline I’m tryna make a bag by the night time Manifest what you rep, no sidelines Make threats, regret and rewind Technically twisted, I know that you missed it, I promise I’m chasing the greenery But soon as the dust will be settling, villains will meddle in plots, and I’m sick of the scenery Gotta relive it, I will be in it, turning equations to digits We get it, you act so committed, I cannot remember a time when you didn’t But still I stand with it, I am my own biggest advocate Building an empire, they couldn’t fathom it Fucking ignoring the call as if I was appalled Cuz I watch em as they act degenerate Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden Herding the sheep ‘fore I eat em, they say I got plenty, I keep disagreeing Keep it 100, they cannot be trusted, I promise that this won’t end even Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar ‘fore you end up in the dirt Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar ‘fore you end up in the dirt Straining my neck as I’m looking up, book me masseuses, I’m shook how they look at us Stuck in a rock and a hard place, like I’m in a car chase, I’m revving and racing the tour bus Tryna get at me I’m on em, they stuck in my wallet like they was a condom, my pockets are growing, my stock has been growing, my presence is polished I peak like economy Please don’t, tell me, I’m not ready, I cannot stand negativity I could not sleep for a year, look what it did to me I grind through the night with my demons in sight, and the calluses starting to harden They leave a bad taste in my mouth, so I’m washing it down with some spoiled milk straight from the carton Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden Herding the sheep ‘fore I eat em, they say I got plenty, I keep disagreeing Keep it 100, they cannot be trusted, I promise that this won’t end even Bells and the whistles I need em, the golden brick road to the garden of eden Garden of eden is calling me Garden of eden is calling me Garden of eden is calling me Garden of eden is calling me Garden of eden is calling me Garden of eden is calling me Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar ‘fore you end up in the dirt Hol up, hol up, slow down, follow my directions and nobody will get hurt Hol up, hol up, slow down, make it out the cellar ‘fore you end up in the dirt