Lyrics to Violet Evergarden
Picking flowers, I’m a garden for you
Talking louder, am I bothering you?
Please talk to me, cause I’m talking to you
Please walk with me, when I’m walking with you
Remember the times, when we was broke broke
I ain’t have clothes, I ain’t have a stove, I ain’t have a soul
But you brought me close, I thought it was hope, I thought it was hope
But you let me go, I don’t even know, I don’t even know
Tryna pull up in a jag
Looking like a fucking dad
Remember them times down bad
Now ain’t more going back (yeah!)
Pull up, pull up in a fast car!
This shit looking like a NASCAR!
Bitch I’m a side of bad fraud!
She been riding like the task force!
Picking up these flowers in my garden
You won’t let me leave like a warden
Speeding fast, when I pull out the lot
Your bitch ask, when she could give me top
This shit gas, when I smoke in the lot
Good and bad, you had opened your heart
Picking flowers, I’m a garden for you
Screaming louder, hear them louder for you
Acting sour, now get out over you
Yeah, I guess it’s the girl code, to have doubt over you
Hey, my bad Tezzo
Talking louder, am I bothering you?
Please talk to me, cause I’m talking to you
Please walk with me, when I’m walking with you
Remember the times, when we was broke broke
I ain’t have clothes, I ain’t have a stove, I ain’t have a soul
But you brought me close, I thought it was hope, I thought it was hope
But you let me go, I don’t even know, I don’t even know
Tryna pull up in a jag
Looking like a fucking dad
Remember them times down bad
Now ain’t more going back (yeah!)
Pull up, pull up in a fast car!
This shit looking like a NASCAR!
Bitch I’m a side of bad fraud!
She been riding like the task force!
Picking up these flowers in my garden
You won’t let me leave like a warden
Speeding fast, when I pull out the lot
Your bitch ask, when she could give me top
This shit gas, when I smoke in the lot
Good and bad, you had opened your heart
Picking flowers, I’m a garden for you
Screaming louder, hear them louder for you
Acting sour, now get out over you
Yeah, I guess it’s the girl code, to have doubt over you
Hey, my bad Tezzo