All flowers in the garden are gone
All flowers in the garden are gone
All flowers in the garden are gone

You need to know that we clear your nostrils
When we bring out the ppe-fra or the weed
Don Wann struts around in Jordan 9s
And I carry my bag that contains hard-earned money
I don't let the hoes excite me, nor the flute players
I don't give a damn, I don't have time to talk anymore
The mic is purely handled
We know it's the side businesses that offer you
The house and the Lexus in the driveway
At the bank, my money burns because of this damned substance
I say to myself "Fuck!"
As long as I enjoy and smoke without stagnating (Yeah!)
Watch closely, the world is ugly,
Impossible to have a nice view without getting high
And what do you say?
The weather is splendid
I run into a childhood friend,
The one who was always in big stories
And while I wear big smiles
He explains to me that he is in a transitional period,
He just got out of 36 months, damn!
Damn my buddy, roll a joint of my hydro
No, I don't know anyone who sniffs, but here, take my lighter

(All flowers in the garden are gone) Don't throw too many flowers at me,
I'm afraid of receiving a deadly thorn
(All flowers in the garden are gone) Don't throw too many flowers at me,
I'm afraid of receiving a deadly thorn

Let Phaal and his cousins take total control of the place
Who has already shopped in a local CAF office?
Mom and I on Wednesday afternoons
If he tells you I'm a bourgeois, it's because that guy is talking shit
Take away my so-called wealth, and there are no more haters
I won't be poor later, right now I'm middle class
I sweat for hours all day long
Why, because I don't want to repeat a year
Phaal plans to move up to the next class
Raised like cattle, to dream of sex, money, and fame
But the asses, the cash are special effects
For the movie of our lives, we want a Hollywood budget
Lexus GS, Rolex, Tex-Mex with beautiful goddesses, yo
I don't want an extravagant movie
Just the story of a good guy
Who was sharp enough to set his crew and family right
They only have old stuff, come taste my dope
The crowd applauds me, we explode for free for the cause

(All flowers in the garden are gone) Don't throw too many flowers at me,
I'm afraid of receiving a deadly thorn
(All flowers in the garden are gone) Don't throw too many flowers at me,
I'm afraid of receiving a deadly thorn

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