Artist: Tyler, the Creator f/ Estelle Album: Flower Boy Song: Garden Shed Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Tyler, the Creator] Do-do, do-do Gimme a second Turn me up some Uh.. let it go [Chorus: Estelle] Don't kill a rose before it could bloom Fly baby, fly, out the cocoon [Interlude: Tyler, the Creator] You don't have to hide I can smell it in your eyes That there's something more, to say baby Them words... damn You, you run me back? Yeah [Estelle] + {Tyler, the Creator} If I could, if I could If you could Find the words (find the words, find the words) To say (find the words to say) Find the words (yeeeeeah) To say (find the words) Find the woooords... {In the garden} Sheeeeed {Go} [Chorus] {*distortion + instrumental plays on for 30 seconds*} [Tyler, the Creator] Aiyyo Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed for the garden That is where I was hidin', that is what love I was in Ain't no reason to pretend, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed Garden shed for the garcons, them feelings that 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 phrase, poof, gone, but it, still, goin', on Big fan of the pale tan, polka dot nose, how it goes Had to keep it on the subwoofer A couple butterflies wanna float, but I was always like "Ehh" Barely interested but bagged just to brag to my boys like "Bruh" This is crucial subject matter, sensitive like cookin' batter 'Til the temperature that's risin', steppin' on that ladder Tryna, grab the rings of Saturn, I'ma, "plan it"/planet by the time you hear this Chitter chatter, 'bout to heat it, it will not fuckin' matter