Swäm - Private Paris Gardens (feat. Jose Franco SSW) Lyrics

She got wine stains in my wool carpet I should have got ruggable
Pipe dreams of me living like a Huxtable
Paging MR dick her down
Got a real predicament
So the doc'll see you now
No I did not thrift this shit
So much more to see in town
Script from Dr. Lipschitz
He prescribed the granite tiles
He prescribed a waterfall in a private Paris garden
Prescribed a private island the flight leaves in the morning
Then I woke up
Every bit of me is itching for a come up
Every inch of me is making up for dumb luck
Moving half the feet of a centipede
How much drive you really need
Push to start forget the keys
Joy Boy I'm shifting gears
On the goal line 4th and years
This shit might take 40 years
I do not have 40 years
Good at rap I wanna sing
Good at math she wanna suck
Good and dull I wanna bling
Good at love I wanna f*ck
It's a private Paris garden in my mental
It's a private Paris garden in my mental
It's a private Paris garden in my mental
I took every note from Mos Def
How to dress hard, give bars and then go left
Now im Yasiin Bey
Y'all got call me Swämi for' you see the day
Make every f*cking dollar then give it away
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away get the f*ck up out my way now
Got them sticks and got them drums like a parade now
Give it away get the f*ck up out my way now
F*ck out my way now
Get the f*ck up out my way now
Got a stick got a drum imma raise now
Get the f*ck up out my way now
Now I'm waving gun flagrantly
I told you don't play with me
I'm sick in the headspace
I'm making the greatest beats
I'm making the greatest art
They told me to find peace
But this is all part of it
Its more like a set piece
I'm almost at checkmate
This checkers not chess bae
They jump when I say things
They move when I trap place
I fell in love in the garden of Eden
Pray for my dearly departed
Rap like Tha Carter 15
You lost a hoe or you lost hope
The fault was probably Bean
I hit my dealer hit the dealer
Cop a car like the V's
She on my body like creed
It's hard to stumble when it's all for the cream
It ain't a hoe inside the raq who ripped my heart off my sleeve
We seen the serpents in the grass
We pull they card like some weeds
I'm running tracks like my name Carl Louise
(it's Carl Lewis)
Yea
I never seen France but I spent nights inside Paris
Hoe save the flowers when I finally perish
Jose my name and it carry
Like John,
Burn up the Bush like im Bill
Reaped all the seeds that I sewed in her
She off of her pills
9 months in
I dropped 2 and Appleseed the regime,
Money n coke I ain't fall far from the tree
Can't sit n sulk you gotta
Carpe de diem
I'm outside like a dog n a bone
You in the crib bitch your hardly gnome
Bean
Mezcal the garden well
It's a private Paris garden in my mental
It's a private Paris garden in my mental
It's a private Paris garden in my mental