The Garden/The Fruit/The Serpent

[The garden]
We wit it
We wit it
We walking on the sun rays livin' fun days (hit it)
We hit it never pass it up drivin' T gass it up
Cause we live for the high nights
I'm running with the crew like nigga who are you
When we driven to the top heights
Runnin' on fumes making videos and tunes for the hell of it
Hell of it my homie Joe is sellin' it
Your hatin' is irrelevant
I'm always way ahead of it (wit it)
Just dodge another train
Try not to fall and give in to the pain
Cause i gotchu and you got me
We walkin' on the sun til we burn feet
And we lyin' on the cracks in the concrete
And we do it all again like repeat
Just sprout a couple wings on our backs
Walk till the skin peel off of our necks
Wonder lust is our drive for success
Major foods flaming good sex
(ah)

[The Fruit]
There he goes again
And there he goes again
And there he goes again
And there he goes again
And there he goes again
And there he goes again uh
Yo, yo, yo, yo
See as of late I've been feelin' kinda hurt
Why all these ladies wanna put me in the dirt
And why all these niggas wanna put me in a hearse
And no one seems to get it even when they hear the verse
So why even bother anymore
The second ones shy and the fourth is a whore
The first one left and the third wants more
The one that i'm talkin' has started to ignore
And while I really wanna believe that you got shit to do
I know that you know this the shit in your view
My head got me buggin' and yea I've been druggin'
Alone in my room tryna find shit to do
Writin' this verse is straight feelin impossible
Everyone wishes my life was is comical
Clownin' on me made all of my problems
Seen you in my hurt and inaudible (inaudible)
There he goes again man skip the chorus
Holy motherfucker you would say I was poorest
Full moon out so I float enormous
Look baby girl ain't this shit just gorgeous (gorgeous)
Sorry talking to myself
My mom got me stressin' I've been keepin' to myself
Stuck up in my room ain't been worried bout my health
Lookin' at my only friends trophies on the shelf
I've been sleeping a lot because livin' is tiresome
Need some friends who wanna talk acquire some
Need a chick who wanna fuck desire one
Get em all with some luck huh I doubt it son
Dream big but hold small in my conscience
Tellin' me wack shit nothing but nonsense
Your boy got a couple screws loose but is tryna tighten em
Hearin' the knockin'

[The Serpent]
Lately I've been fucking hating myself
Throw punches at shadows and chairs at the shelf
I'm stuck in this room with nothing inside of my head but my own thoughts
I'ts driving me nuts
I'm stuck in this loop since I've been off my Prozac
Hannah been tellin' me that I should hold back
Before I do something I'm gonna regret
But nigga I don't give a fuck
I'm done with these bitches who needs a connection
Why did i have to be born with depression
The fuck out my mentions I get the impression
I needed the reverend but now its too late
And hes down the aisle
It's been quite a while
I'm dyin in style