Yung Chegg - Psychs in the Garden

Smoker lifestyle break my lungs in
Drugs so artisan, they paint it so flawless
Beg your pardon, can't hear you, I'm off it
Rah-rah-rah
Off the psychs in the forest! I end up in the garden
Callin', Callin', Callin'
I don't know if I got it, got it, got it
And the plug still Callin', Callin', Callin'
CALLIN', CALLIN', Taking pyschs in the garden
I'm callin', callin', for the friends that I lost
And I'm callin', callin'
I don't know what I'm off, but I'm on it, on it
Don't know what imma do-
But I'm on it, on it
Trapped in the Forrest and I end up in the garden
If I'm being honest, I'm living life the hardest, hardest
And these cold summer nights when the streets get the hottest
That's just me being honest
Never had a scene, it's just me, myself, and I, bitch
Lookin in the mirror, and I open up my Iris
Dead people around me, I'm so haunted
Take away my breath and I can't stop coughin'
Wake up in the Forrest and i end up in a coffin
CALLIN', CALLIN', Taking pyschs in the garden
I'm callin', callin', for the friends that I lost
And I'm callin', callin'
I don't know what I'm off, but I'm on it, on it
Don't know what imma do-
But I'm on it, on it
Trapped in the Forrest and I end up in the garden
If I'm being honest, I'm living life the hardest, hardest
And these cold summer nights when the streets get the hottest

Written by:
Joshua Riley

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