Mac Miller - Garden Snakes lyrics
[Mac Miller - Garden Snakes lyrics]
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah welcome to the, yeah
Welcome to the, yeah welcome to the, yeah
Yeah, um, yeah, okay
Welcome to the free mind
I pick you up from times that
Got you feelin' on a decline
Now we the giants, fee-fi
Just had to get some me time
Bitch, I ain't no average Joe
I'm motherfuckin' GI
The weak spine can go to hell
I'm overwhelmed
Can't even pick the car I wanna drive
Often times, we fear the disappointment from
Our father's eyes
Far cry to heaven, longer ride back home
Unconnect, a mind felon, never talk on phones
And fuck regret
We the legends when we hot or cold
I'm old-fashioned, very closed, and
Polka dot my soul, yeah
I made adjustments, I'm just gettin' started
Why the fuck I feel like
Brushin', like a sweep, or a snare roll?
How do I bear the weight
To those I can't know?
Give light like a lamp post
And fix me up a ham roast
Everybody clap your hands for
The Wizard and the Tin Man
And the Lion and the Scarecrow
There he goes again
Standing on his toes again
You are not alone, my friend
If this feels like home
Why don't you come on in?
Have that glass of wine
Share some laughs to pass the time
There's snakes in the grass
There's snakes in the grass
Yeah i hate the power she got over me
I'm Bukowski writin' poetry
Hold on to imaginary rosaries
Put away your own beliefs
Guess we ain't the same
But we all came from Mother Earth's ovaries
Rabid dog, show my teeth
Eat a motherfucker whole
Chewin' on your crunchy bones
Spit out your disgusting soul
Homie, we don't love them hoes
Yes, we do, but fuck 'em though
Tell the doctor that my medicine
Can probably up the dose
I'm not there, but fuckin' close
Oh my god, I'm fuckin' close
Bitch, you ain't no fuckin' judge
But this my blood, I'm under oath
Shit, I guess it's just the way it goes
Yeah, better go and smell the roses if
You wanna tell the world about 'em
I'm in my imagination
There's a world around 'em
And when they hate
Eliminate 'em like you never knew 'em
Save me from my execution
There he goes again
Standing on his toes again
You are not alone, my friend
If this feels like home
Why don't you come on in?
Have that glass of wine
Share some laughs to pass the time
There's snakes in the grass
There's snakes in the grass
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah welcome to the, yeah
Welcome to the, yeah welcome to the, yeah
Yeah, um, yeah, okay
Welcome to the free mind
I pick you up from times that
Got you feelin' on a decline
Now we the giants, fee-fi
Just had to get some me time
Bitch, I ain't no average Joe
I'm motherfuckin' GI
The weak spine can go to hell
I'm overwhelmed
Can't even pick the car I wanna drive
Often times, we fear the disappointment from
Our father's eyes
Far cry to heaven, longer ride back home
Unconnect, a mind felon, never talk on phones
And fuck regret
We the legends when we hot or cold
I'm old-fashioned, very closed, and
Polka dot my soul, yeah
I made adjustments, I'm just gettin' started
Why the fuck I feel like
Brushin', like a sweep, or a snare roll?
How do I bear the weight
To those I can't know?
Give light like a lamp post
And fix me up a ham roast
Everybody clap your hands for
The Wizard and the Tin Man
And the Lion and the Scarecrow
There he goes again
Standing on his toes again
You are not alone, my friend
If this feels like home
Why don't you come on in?
Have that glass of wine
Share some laughs to pass the time
There's snakes in the grass
There's snakes in the grass
Yeah i hate the power she got over me
I'm Bukowski writin' poetry
Hold on to imaginary rosaries
Put away your own beliefs
Guess we ain't the same
But we all came from Mother Earth's ovaries
Rabid dog, show my teeth
Eat a motherfucker whole
Chewin' on your crunchy bones
Spit out your disgusting soul
Homie, we don't love them hoes
Yes, we do, but fuck 'em though
Tell the doctor that my medicine
Can probably up the dose
I'm not there, but fuckin' close
Oh my god, I'm fuckin' close
Bitch, you ain't no fuckin' judge
But this my blood, I'm under oath
Shit, I guess it's just the way it goes
Yeah, better go and smell the roses if
You wanna tell the world about 'em
I'm in my imagination
There's a world around 'em
And when they hate
Eliminate 'em like you never knew 'em
Save me from my execution
There he goes again
Standing on his toes again
You are not alone, my friend
If this feels like home
Why don't you come on in?
Have that glass of wine
Share some laughs to pass the time
There's snakes in the grass
There's snakes in the grass