Garden Lady
 作词 : Ahmanti Booker/Christopher Smith Jr./Michael Neil/Ravyn Washington/Tim Friedrich
 作曲 : Ahmanti Booker/Christopher Smith Jr./Michael Neil/Ravyn Washington/Tim Friedrich
 If you vibrate low, don't
 Bumble-bum-buzz my way
 Sweet money, heavy on the hundreds
 Honeycomb have yo' way (Ooh, whoa)
 Shit 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 shit out (Homie)
 Shawty what are the odds that we can work this shit 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)
 Shit be so damn funny
 I could just laugh all day (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

 Shit wicked right now nigga and y'all tryna giggle
 A lot of this shit 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—