Boy in the garden
When I was a boy, went to green gardens
Sat like a fool on that wooden bench
After my classes ended, tried to see my fishies
In that lotus lake, I was a bit flaky
There were dancing lilies, daisies, and big poppies
But them sunflowers were for me and me.
Got pricked by red roses, cried like a baby
But what do I do? I'm just so confused
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
Confused by the range of flowers
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
I'm gonna plant every pretty flower
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
Confused by the range of flowers
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
I'm gonna plant every pretty flower
I'm from a generation of green big thumbs
But I'm the only red thumb from my hub
They used to call me bisci, now they call me risky
Ladies and gentlemen, I drowned in whiskey
Withering sunflower got no sun
But my dad's son looked at pretty little flowers
This little boy comes to the garden
After solving math in those stressful periods
With time and time, some flowers pollinated
Good for them as fruits are what we needed
I was trying to go for a buffet
But goddamn I needed à la carte
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
Confused by the range of flowers
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
I'm gonna plant every pretty flower
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
Confused by the range of flowers
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
I'm gonna plant every pretty flower
Now I'm just a man in the jungle
I'm gonna plant just one flower
Sat like a fool on that wooden bench
After my classes ended, tried to see my fishies
In that lotus lake, I was a bit flaky
There were dancing lilies, daisies, and big poppies
But them sunflowers were for me and me.
Got pricked by red roses, cried like a baby
But what do I do? I'm just so confused
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
Confused by the range of flowers
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
I'm gonna plant every pretty flower
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
Confused by the range of flowers
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
I'm gonna plant every pretty flower
I'm from a generation of green big thumbs
But I'm the only red thumb from my hub
They used to call me bisci, now they call me risky
Ladies and gentlemen, I drowned in whiskey
Withering sunflower got no sun
But my dad's son looked at pretty little flowers
This little boy comes to the garden
After solving math in those stressful periods
With time and time, some flowers pollinated
Good for them as fruits are what we needed
I was trying to go for a buffet
But goddamn I needed à la carte
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
Confused by the range of flowers
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
I'm gonna plant every pretty flower
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
Confused by the range of flowers
Cause I'm just a boy in the garden
I'm gonna plant every pretty flower
Now I'm just a man in the jungle
I'm gonna plant just one flower
Credits
Writer(s): Karan Patel
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