Her roses bloom where he's been

[Verse 1] Carlos walked with a red-beard grin, a leprechaun’s charm in his weathered skin, Born with a f***t, 43 years in the light, cancer’s shadow couldn’t dim his fire bright. Ladies laughed, purses opened wide, free drinks flowed like the river’s tide, Never asked, never pleaded—just smiled and received it, The Golden Boy’s luck, a curse? Nah, he believed it. [Chorus] Oh, Carlos, the dice never lie, B*****g Herb’s smoke paints the sky, Stronghold whispers, “Let the world spin,” Esmeralda’s roses bloom where he’s been. [Verse 2] Esmeralda scoffed at his boastful crown, “Golden Boy” pride—till the deals rolled downtown, A TV, a couch, a lion named Lillie, Pudgy Butt’s roar drowned out the city’s silly. Bronze the hound guards Sir Smokey’s retreat, While Carlos lights up, life’s a cloud at his feet. Her secret garden, deep in the Labrinth’s maze, Built by his hands, love’s a wild, tangled phase. [Chorus] Oh, Carlos, the dice never lie, B*****g Herb’s smoke paints the sky, Stronghold whispers, “Let the world spin,” Esmeralda’s roses bloom where he’s been. [Verse 3] The Order of the Herb burns midnight oil, Carlos exhales luck, spins the world like a foil. Foller Bottom Gaming—Flower Bottoms rise, Lillie purrs, Bronze howls, smoke veils the skies. Free consoles, free meals, life’s a cheat code, Esmeralda shakes her head, but helps him reload. [Bridge] From cancer’s grip to the herb’s embrace, The Stronghold stands, a sacred space. Sir Smokey’s laugh in the smoke-filled air, Her garden’s thorns—proof love’s a dare. [Verse 4] He’ll charm a mayor, snag a steak, no bill, Flash that beard, watch the crowd swoon and thrill. Esmeralda sips wine, her labyrinth sighs, “Golden Boy’s mine,” she winks at the skies. [Chorus] Oh, Carlos, the dice never lie, B*****g Herb’s smoke paints the sky, Stronghold whispers, “Let the world spin,” Esmeralda’s roses bloom where he’s been. [Outro] Come Esmeralda, beneath Sir Smokey's retreat. I promise you ale and the finest of a feast. Prepare your weed of sun petal and night blossom, perhaps some Lavender, mixed with the sleeping draught of the opossum. A little for you and a whole lot for me. You know I likes me special pipes, and I love your weeds. Thank you Esmeralda, I can fall asleep now.... Good night my dear. Blow the candles out.