GARDEN by The Son of Avila Lyrics

[Intro: The Son of Avila]
A-A-A-A-A-Avila

[Verse One: The Son of Avila]
Everytime I seem to step out of my house
I be lying ‘bout my whereabouts
Places you don’t care about
Every word that seems to come out of my mouth
I be adding to my bank account
People you don’t know about
I don’t got time to act nice
Two months filled with fast nights
Put aside the past fights
Tryna get my cash right
And if I do I might
Take a flight
See ya losers
Drive ya ubers
I’ll be chillin on Oahu

[Chorus: The Son of Avila]
I just wanna breathe a little live on my own
I just want some sand in the back for my home
I just wanna breathe a little live on my own
I just want some sand in the back for my-
[Verse Two: The Son of Avila]
I don’t understand what you braggin’ for
I don’t really get why you bitches hatin’ for
And you callin’ me gay ‘cause my nails so fly?
If it makes me a girl, I’m the baddest bitch alive
Little more time ‘til you copy me
Couple more songs ‘til you bop to me
I could do without all the flock to me
Not stopping me, why y’all follow me?
Look
Y’all try and relate to me?
Y’all the same fuckboy, clout chase, smoke weed
I see on repeat
Me? I’m unique
New type boy you see on TV
Why you so fucked up?
Why your borders up?
All my leaders so corrupt, couldn’t give a fuck
Listen, I don’t got no competition
Kissing goodbye to the bitches
With my fists and visions
Told you and you should’ve listened
Shotgun sister, and we cruisin’ to Pacific
And we just might not come back, so it’s luggage in the back (woo!)
I’m just tryna find my way
Got my friends on my shoelace
Things have changed but I’m the same
It’s still hearts on my face, yeah
And I’m still fighting with anxiety
Tryna keep my distance with the demons put inside of me
[Chorus: The Son of Avila]
I just wanna breathe a little live on my own
I just want some sand in the back for my home
I just wanna breathe a little live on my own
I just want some sand in the back for my-

[Verse Three: The Son of Avila]
House by house, I pass
I get all jealous of ‘em families
I got so many blessings, but shit, lately they abandon me
And rest in peace Kirby, honestly things ain’t been the same
Since you done passed away
I run away from my problems, I hope you hear them
And lately I been thinking I be better off alone
Yeah, I’m always on my bike ‘cause I never feel at home
Pedal, pedal ‘til I can’t feel my quads no more
I feel so free, please nobody hit my phone, uh
How come everybody that’s my age all act the same?
If you different than the standards they gon’ treat you like you lame
But the standards whack as fuck, I’m bouta change the fucking game
And I’ma never stop trying, I’ma die from trying, uh

[Chorus: The Son of Avila]
I just wanna breathe a little live on my own
I just want some sand in the back for my home
I just wanna breathe a little live on my own
I just want some sand in the back for my home
[Verse Four: The Son of Avila]
I hate this world I hate the people in it
I hate the politicians selling kids my age making rules and limits
I hate the way I think, I hate the way I feel
I hate the way that I’m attached to things that’ll never be real
I hate the way I’m a perfectionist
I love when the sun shines everywhere and your complexion hits
I love how we hate the same things
Always on my mind with flowers in your hair, yeah
You my garden

[Outro: The Son of Avila]
Can you play that one song?