Marigolds In the grove

Catch him in that cream cab
Fresh lunch sitting on his lap

He's only 18
But he had those dreams
About the place in between

If he could go back
He would throw away the passport in hand

With those little quips
He be probing the back of his mind taking little trips
Making little digs at his self esteem
Let that lawn grow, let it weed man
Let it breathe

Have this itch, make believe or reality,
Trouble telling which is which
But in the end, we all just sleepwalking, night made me its biiiitch

I'm blasting to the past while I'm fasting too

That weed is too long its killing the mood,
I'm just going day by day, but I'd rather not have it any other day,
There's needs that I want, please cut your lawn

Mid day mid west I need more cash
Taste of rosé just a little,
Before I take off
Just a little, drink looks odd
Keep that shit, it taste wrong
But this sun, feels, let me thaw
I ain't bald
But it feels like I got nothing on me
You know like those mini tweens
No water, I got those kidney beans
No laughing please
Trampled in the stampede



Credits
Writer(s): Eldon Downs
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