Honor Maxha - Plastics Lyrics

Green green garden of Eden
Please let me be together with you
Stormy weather up above
But tranquility is still due

Whatever springs to mind, springs on time
Yet the harder it be for
Me to be on time
Clocks aren't ticking for my passages

Nor a TV, nor no radio
No electric wirings of any kind
Stem from their realm
Of this blooming paradox of dark winds
But divine green vines

Well then, write a novel
Or a story or two
Passing on pieces of your mind
For thousands of years
Or a century of seconds

Another gruelling gift for mankind
Another gruelling gift for mankind

Green green garden of Eden
Please let me be together with you

Oh baby, don't you know that
The seasons here yeah, for something new

The seasons here yeah, for something new
The seasons here yeah, for something new
The seasons here yeah, for something new
The seasons here yeah, for something new

Aah

Introspective, self collected
Single party, no collective
Not neglected, still cool as you like
Any colour still collected with a price
And be my friend
No strong intentions, only more of your affection
Under no connection
And false retention
Is the end of my selection
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end
Is the end

Bitch