Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Garden Shed (feat. Estelle)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
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Don't kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon
You don't have to hide
I can smell it in your eyes
That there's something more to say, baby
Them words
Damn, run me back, yeah
If I could, if I could
If you could
Find the words to say
Find the words to say
Find the words
In the garden
Shed
Go
Don't kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon
Ayo
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
For the garden
That is where I was hidin'
That is what love I was I in
Ain't no reason to pretend
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
Garden shed for the garçons
Them feelings I was guardin'
Heavy on my mind
All my friends lost
They couldn't read the signs
I didn't wanna talk and tell 'em my location
And they ain't wanna walk
Truth is, since a youth kid, thought it was a phase
Thought it'd be like the Frank; poof, gone
But, it's still goin' on
Big fan of the base 10
Polka dot knows, how it goes
Had to keep it on the subwoofer
A couple butterflies when I float
I was always like eh
Barely interested, but I bag just to brag to my boys like bruh
This is a crucial subject matter
Sensitive like cookin' batter
'Til the temperature that's risin'
Steppin' on that ladder
Tryna grab the rings of Saturn
I'm a plant it by the time you hear this
Chittin' chatter, 'bout to heat it
It will not fuckin' matter