Garden Lady Song Lyrics

Garden Lady by Smino

Ah, ah

If you vibrate low, don’t
Bumble-bum-buzz my way
Sweet money, heavy on the hundreds
Honeycomb have yo’ way (Ooh, whoa)
sh*t be so damn funny
I could just laugh all day (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

You live in the past that’s why ya dome heavy
All the nostalgia caught me sloppy
The future unknown but all this preparin’
It got me anxiety fire up the za-zy
Feel more pleasant in the present
Smoke my resin get my rest in
I ain’t been pickin’ the phone up
Leave me alone, I’m in California tryna get on, I wanna go home
Take a moment it’s amazing (Take a moment it’s amazing)
Take a moment and embrace it slowly (Take a moment and embrace it)
Everything you ever want and spoke out loud it just popped up in ya face, lil’ homie (It just popped ya in face, homie)
Imagine me takin’ this for granted granted (Yeah)
My garden lady said the future is now (Homie)
Got to water the odds so we can even sh*t out (Homie)
Shawty what are the odds that we can work this sh*t out?
Namaste for a while
Hey, where you going so fast?
Things you rush won’t last
Caught up got so caught up (Caught up)
Felt so stupid (Stupid)
Got so caught up (Caught up)
Dumb-dumb, doofus (Doofus)
Hey, don’t blame yourself

If you vibrate low, don’t
Bumble-bum-buzz my way (Caught up)
Sweet money, heavy on the hundreds
Honeycomb have yo’ way (Ooh, whoa)
sh*t be so damn funny
I could just laugh all day (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

sh*t wicked right now nigga and y’all tryna giggle
A lot of this sh*t ain’t funny, nigga

You lost me and you
‘Cause I lost me in you, I’m exhausted
Really the truth is I offered too much I done turned to a voucher
For your actions and mine like they actually combined got your back you got mine
On yo’ mattress brainin’ me, really attached to ya spine
Ghetto and gorgeous she like it
My Casanegro’s invited
Ball my fist up the tightest they thought I caught arthritis
Wrote it composed it and sold it, Ethiopia signed it
Got them steppers beside me, my brothers just like the Isleys
Still, I don’t promote violence
I like ’em bowlegged and Kountry with somethin’ to eat I’m invited
To ya OG house, ’cause she like what that boy right there be singing ’bout
And she don’t want her daughter with them goofys no how

Imagine me taking this for granted
Imagine me taking this for—