Kudzu

PART I

[Verse 1: Left at London]
Is it greener where you are now?
Do you need it to be green?
I could take over your garden
I just need to be seen
Is it beautiful, your garden?
Are there flowers where you stand?
Do you need them to be hidden?
I can give you a hand

[Chorus: Left at London]
Could I stay one more night
Until I go home?
It's just one more night
I swear I'll be gone after that
'Til you come crawling back to me next

PART II

[Intro: William Crooks]
Shit
Yeah, fucked up in the crib talkin' to myself
Fucked up in the crib talkin' to my— talkin' to myself
Yeah, fucked up in the crib talkin' to myself
But what is myself if I'm just trillions of single cells?
Yeah, fucked up in the crib talkin' to myself
Fucked up in the crib talkin' to my— talking to myself
Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself
But what is myself if I'm just trillions of single cells?

[Verse 1: Left at London]
Now I've been in therapy half my life and
I feel the same
I feel insane, daily
And I would do whatever just to get me through
And it doesn't really work like that
But it helps
If you wanted dishonesty
You better see someone else
Believe me, I get it
I've been struggling too
Not the greatest way to heal
But it's something to do until

[Chorus: Left at London and William Crooks]
I'm put aside
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talkin' to myself)
Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh
(Fucked up in the crib talkin' to my— talkin' to myself)
I'm terrified
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talkin' to myself)
One day I might know if it was justified, eh
(But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells?)
I'm put aside
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talkin' to myself)
Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh
(Fucked up in the crib talkin' to my— talkin' to myself)
I'm terrified
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talkin' to myself)
One day I might know if it was justified, eh
(But what is myself if I'm just trillions of single cells?)

[Interlude: William Crooks]
Came from the dirt, that's where we going back
Came from the dirt, that's where we going back
Came from the dirt, that's where we going back
Grew it from the ground, so hell yeah, you know I'm smoking that

[Verse 2: Left at London]
My friends are addicts
Some are still, but some got sober
And I wanna say I'm jealous
But it's been three days without
And now I'm over it
I was so sure that
I'd be cured as I got older
But it's been three hundred years
And I still feel bitter, scared
And inconsiderate

[Chorus: Left at London and William Crooks]
I'm put aside
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talkin' to myself)
Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh
(Fucked up in the crib talkin' to my— talkin' to myself)
I'm terrified
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talkin' to myself)
One day I might know if it was justified, eh
(But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells?)
I'm put aside
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talkin' to myself)
Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh
(Fucked up in the crib talkin' to my— talkin' to myself)
I'm terrified
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talkin' to myself)
One day I might know if it was justified, eh
(But what is myself if I'm just trillions of single cells?)

[Outro: William Crooks]
Shit
They never ask how the fuck he is, you know?
Shit