Winter Garden

By Robin’s Ghost

On bistro!

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[Verse 1]

Sipping coffee, roasted hazel nut to carry me

My cappuccino rapidly decreasing what is wearing me

Jazz floods the room

Assume the center gravity

Attacking rapid heart strings, we'll brew the winning tapestry

Love stands tall for this caffeinated drink

Walk a hundred thousand miles in the busy city streets

Looking!

Off the balcony, the views quite nice

Vampent loser in a town of rowdy few and quiet mice

Oh, what a life!

And what he do when he ain’t fit in?

Bustle through the crowd immune to sutures or intention

Hе choose to bruise his ego hoping for a futurе

Where the coffee shop will open for a few or limit vision

Tt’s simply baffling

How one could hold the door for hours

Each are more and more abhorrent, seems unraveling

To tackle half a beast without attracting maggots in the coffee

That I'm sipping is a task that’s mad unflattering


[Hook]


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I'm hella pretty with the big dick flow

Don’t let no kiddies tell you off

I'm finna hit this fucker running

Disrupt your album drop with teasers

You a forty something dork with a day job

You lookin like a Weezer cover

Choking on the sugar pebbles

Why must I return to each extraordinary land

That deemed it murder for exerting levels

My sadness models as a product of my pride

As I must bottle it inside

To keep from hurting those I turn to settle

Swollow graphite, bitch!

Take this pen from my wrist to your dome

Make your shit right

The storm inside is of another beast

Don't come at me

I’m finna hit your clique with the cutlery

Don't summon me

(And you ain’t got this shit!)

Kaiju sized ego

Sublime from time to time

The cries are final, slight the people

Tried for crimes, decline my right to fight, apply the needle

In my own eye the smile slips away, I'm flying freedom


[Hook]


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