Garden throne

I could see on your lips behind the middle finger
A yearn of whispers, bites, bites, kisses and teasing
I could see all over a spirit pot of sensations
You want me for your self no you won’t not share

You messing with the king and queen of garden weeds now
You messin’ with the king n’ queen of garden weeds now
You messin’ with the king n’ queen of garden weeds now
You messin’ with the king n’ queen

Burn in hell you haters, fuck you non believers
I’ll pay you back with interest for all the pain you caused
You coward mother fuckers, tunnel vision zeros
You’ll fell the fury get buried under…

You messing with the king and queen of garden weeds now
You messin’ with the king n’ queen of garden weeds now
You messin’ with the king n’ queen of garden weeds now
You messin’ with the king n’ queen

Coz you messing with the king and queen of garden weeds now
You messin’ with the king n’ queen of garden weeds now
You messin’ with the king n’ queen of garden weeds now
You messin’ with the king n’ queen