Pat Taylr - Rose

In the garden where we laid
Pulling out these roses
Nothing just like this

Rose's pedals falling
Down, down, down, down into hellbound
Some crowd, separate faces
Money get that face lift
Freedom, freedom
Fighting through that hypnotation
Run for your life
Stuck in that phase you'll never make alive
It feels great as temptation
Hard tryna separate one from another
Get out, get out the Stanfield
Straw hats, and people on land fields
When you're lost out your mind
Still losing running out of time

In the garden where we laid
Pulling out these roses
Nothing just like this

Whoa, whoa
I got the feeling now
Whoa, ohh
I need to get up out
Whoa, ohh, whoaa

Fast forwarding goals
Take away this rose
These ghost stories tell me lies
I'm still passing flashing lights
Months go by, but nothings changed
My sweet angel
No human on these bones insane
My love angles
So acute
When I think of you
It's always in my head
No truth in the light
You try to kill me dead
Vibrant colors, nothing like a rose
Beautiful over your casket closed
Let me know will freedom reign
Clouds all above us wash away the same
I know that I can't get away from her, her
Hard tryna separate one from another

We don't get enough appreciation everyday
I appreciate everything my family, friends, and neighbors do for me
They help me be who I am. It's not the capitals to control
I want to thank my team Jetforce for all the support to help make this tape
Biggest efforts go out to MrJet aka BRG my brother
Help put this whole thing together. So I can teach you, and show you. Just listen
And of course the other man CooPaFunkyFresh the biggest influence for the entire team
Without these guys, I wouldn't have much
And I have to thank all the people who got on the tape
Big shoutout for the vocals YG
Deja Much love to my dudes upstate Fresco, LC, and Sicksense. Stay up
Thank you Bryce, DReidy, and 3rd
On the upcoming El-Rocc keep doing your thing
Thanks for the beat pattern Tony Gee
Good vibes
I love my friends who support me and my music, especially the ones I met out in Binghamton
Thank you all, squad on that SMSB. Shout out to my nigga Mike, always
Still looking up for all my homies from back in the day Erik,  Moise
What up to the family, especially my family
Lou, Henny, all my cousins, Tara, Brooksie, big Al and Aunt Judy
My mother and my father, MR. B
R.I.P

Written by:
Patrick Jetter

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