I Got It

My senses so alive in these gardens
I found a paradise
But they’re coming
Bodies they overheating deserts icy cold
Bandits with golden teeth
It’s getting kinda old
I got it
I got it
I got it
I got it
I take it
Some treasures lie within
Hiding
Vultures up in the sky
They’ll die trying
Milk runs down withered skin
The meat falls off the bone
Under these shady trees
This heaven we call home
I got it
I got it
I got it
I got it
I take it