The Garden

Full cup, such a good time
One of a kind, not that kind
Did a touchdown, can’t sit back
Gotta feel some, gotta reach my prime
Scheming up ‘til I get shit right
It’s muddy at the top, so like pink Sprite
I’m for the streets, I need a body
I belong to no one, it’s a party
On the same field where the goats be at
Humble but I gotta show off
Gimme 4 seasons, then I’ll go off
Flipping Ls to wins, that’s where we at
If I’m on the court, trust, they’re gon’ fall
There is a price to carry living in Montreal
Not a bitter soul, I’m a bigger man
Let’s make history, no breaks by then

8am Monday, she’s yours
This weekend, I lovе her

Lovely night, I keep grinding
Evil angel, no morе hiding
Ambitious, gifted, I’m flourishing
Freshman, single, I’m wilding
Feeling myself, God’s willing
Let’s play things off with hella rings
Lot of cars racing me crazy
No dead end, let’s get murky
Heart on my sleeve comme des garçons
Dedication, that’s what we on
Young prince, money is like rain to me
Up in the clouds, not a fantasy
I love pretty things, I’m a pretty man
She will tell her friends I made it to The Garden
All because I’m trusting my intuition
Young forever, my celebration

Woooooo