Everyone on Garlic Row is voting Green
A short police-chase through the trees
Who’s quicker?
The city said I’m tiny, but I know I’m bigger
Got these bricks in my belly and mortar makes my figure
Still I’m running from the consequences of someone else’s trigger
I could live in fear, avoid every little alley
But Honey Hill said it’ll have me
Something about being stuck that gets this bumble bee
All buttery
Ready to slip when it all turns to shit
And everyone tucks in, raw dogging
No cutlery.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 