In the garden we take our pick Just don't feed the whores Wait a minute for the crows to step back from your porch When I first saw you each second since I want more more more more Maybe we're just planted on no man's land I'm not sure sure sure sure Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute I need you to go and fight your storms off on your own And in this garden, I swear to you, on my god, on yours too. What are you talking bout? Maybe oh maybe just maybe We're taller than this town Baby my baby my baby Don't let em cut you down, don't let em cut you down Maybe oh maybe they're angry They haven't left the ground Baby my baby we missed the ribbon this round We missed the ribbon this round