Garden.

Eight missed calls
Damn  
I gotta call em back
Hey ma  
Sup pop
Damn this night shift got me packed
 
Yeah I miss you too
But I got shit to do
You understand pop
Ma
Yes
I love you too
 
Sun rises
Take out a pack
I said I quit
One cig ended that
 
One hitter
A fat ass stack
I'm havin a me day
What you think of that
 
Gates wide open
Here comes old German
Tight lips cause she's just spotted me turnin
 
She pulls rum out of her coat pocket and takes a seat
Talks about my overgrown shrubs and Florida heat
I nod and laugh as my German has been slippin
She chastises every mispronunciation with her tiskin
 
She leaves just as she came, unannounced
I hear the front door open  
In comes friends from further south
 
What's up loner heard that voicemail more than you
Wanted to check in, make sure you weren't in here turning blue
 
Haha
 
Nother thirty minutes bullshitin with the fam
As long as mom and pop can't locate exactly where I am
 
The Doors and Nas blast from my phone
I'm home alone
Lost in my zone
 
Yeah my doors open if you wanna come
I give my time then baby, you gone
 
I'll be back next week
All busy and shit
Pickin up the bits
Buzzin around taking care of my biz
 
But today
I'm chillin
And your problems are ya own
I'll tell you what I think
But in my garden
In my zip code.