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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AVATAREDEN
AVATAREDEN
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chanel Quintero
Chanel Quintero
Songwriter
Bryan Moreno
Bryan Moreno
Songwriter
Harry Lopez
Harry Lopez
Songwriter

Lyrics

Don't you say a word
to me, my friend
Just lay your head and rest
On Flowerbed
All your energy, is your own test
I'm not here to take, all of your shit
Just lay your fucking head
just lay your fucking head
just lay your fucking head
lay your head and rest on Flowerbed
Don't know what it means, don't know, don't know what it means
How do I see, how do, how do I see
Who do I be, who do, who do I be
Where does it lead, where does- where does it lead
Take a second, hold your breathe and float away
Pieces come together when you don't know what to say
Deeper in your mind, all the flowers will decay
Keep on going back but this is not the way
Well I'm so lost as shit not making sense I feel alone
Demons coming keep me comfy in the presence of my home
Like where was you at when I had to get it on my own
then I really lost it all and you wasn't picking up the phone, phone, phone, phone
This is my truth divine, leave my old life behind
Pathways, pathways no signs
Pathways, pathways no signs
This is my truth divine, leave my old life behind
Pathways, pathways design
Pathways, pathways no signs
Lay your head and rest on flowerbed
All your energy is your own test
I'm not here to take, all of, your shit
Just lay your fucking head on Flowerbed
(Check Check! Queens! East New York)
Read between the lines, the legs, the seams
Devil in yo jeans, true religion what I see, details hides in higher beams
Hard to tell the weather when I get the cream, hard to speak
Mouth full of prophecies, anthologies, the sword and sheather
Hide ya teeth
The way they overdoing it
The pain within pursing it
To know defeat and lost ya seat
Give up when you fall asleep
By any means
Tongue in cheek
You peaky blinding motherfuckers cannot see
My third eye leaping, seeping, visions creeping
Deep end
Peep it
Weepin
Sweep it
Can't fake the funk, ask the ump
Stank face when you pass the blunt
Better ash it, fore' you drop the sun
Ashé when you showin' love
If this is not the truth then why the fuck you drop ya head and bump
Divine within ya self, reach the flowers
then we come as one
This my truth divine, leave my old life behind
Pathway, pathway designs
Pathway, pathway no signs
Written by: Bryan Moreno, Chanel Quintero, Harry Lopez
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