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The Garden - Thy Mission Lyrics



The Garden - Thy Mission Lyrics
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[ Featuring Mac DeMarco ]

Scum shit, dumb shit
Drum stick vanilla
Expiration date
That can give you salmonella

Truth is I'm lucky
I made it off a fluke like a junkie
Soil is so murky
Future is a haze, I am foggy

I'm a stupid prick
Talking to myself
On the way home
I don't need your help
Even if I did
I wouldn't let you know
Flame lit like a candle
Chop it up and go

I can pay you twenty
I called so many times
I can pay you twenty
Don't know what's in these bags

I can pay you twenty
I called so many times
I can pay you thirty
Don't know what's in these bags

Scum shit, dumb shit
Drum stick vanilla
Expiration date
That can give you salmonella

Truth is I'm lucky
I made it off a fluke like a junkie
Soil is so murky
Future is a haze, I am foggy

I'm a stupid prick
Talking to myself
On the way home
I don't need your help
Even if I did
I wouldn't let you know
Flame lit like a candle
Chop it up and go

I can pay you twenty
I called so many times
I can pay you twenty
Don't know what's in these bags

I can pay you twenty
I called so many times
I can pay you thirty
Don't know what's in these bags
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Scum shit, dumb shit
Drum stick vanilla
Expiration date
That can give you salmonella

Truth is I'm lucky
I made it off a fluke like a junkie
Soil is so murky
Future is a haze, I am foggy

I'm a stupid prick
Talking to myself
On the way home
I don't need your help
Even if I did
I wouldn't let you know
Flame lit like a candle
Chop it up and go

I can pay you twenty
I called so many times
I can pay you twenty
Don't know what's in these bags

I can pay you twenty
I called so many times
I can pay you thirty
Don't know what's in these bags

Scum shit, dumb shit
Drum stick vanilla
Expiration date
That can give you salmonella

Truth is I'm lucky
I made it off a fluke like a junkie
Soil is so murky
Future is a haze, I am foggy

I'm a stupid prick
Talking to myself
On the way home
I don't need your help
Even if I did
I wouldn't let you know
Flame lit like a candle
Chop it up and go

I can pay you twenty
I called so many times
I can pay you twenty
Don't know what's in these bags

I can pay you twenty
I called so many times
I can pay you thirty
Don't know what's in these bags
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Writer: Fletcher Steven Shears, Macbriare Samuel Demarco, Wyatt James Shears
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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