Flowers On The Weekend Songtext
I don't ever wanna do what you do
Got a bunch of gluten in your doodoo
I be in the shed making heat, heat
You be YouTube 480P
All your bullshit I'm beyond that
On the back porch adirondack
Bet you didn't know that my mom rapped
Hit me with a text "You the bomb, Ash"
I'm like...
Got a bunch of gluten in your doodoo
I be in the shed making heat, heat
You be YouTube 480P
All your bullshit I'm beyond that
On the back porch adirondack
Bet you didn't know that my mom rapped
Hit me with a text "You the bomb, Ash"
I'm like...
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
I'm framing photos from Mexico sitting in my living room
Be looking pretty from the interior decorating
My lady be slaying, I ain't playing
I'm playing like only Mozart on vinyl when I wake up
No pay cuts, only getting raises and bonuses
Palladiums, roses and only that potent shit
I'm growing and going in
My flow is some stoic-ness
A poet that coexists with the holiest [occurances?]
Coincidences, gritters will finish
Make sure I finish my sentences
Dementia is no friend of the penmanship
I thank all my friends, ain't never forgetting my friendliness
No reason to censor it I love the smell in September, it's kinda like...
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
Making sure I can still smell them
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
I'm framing photos from Mexico sitting in my living room
Be looking pretty from the interior decorating
My lady be slaying, I ain't playing
I'm playing like only Mozart on vinyl when I wake up
No pay cuts, only getting raises and bonuses
Palladiums, roses and only that potent shit
I'm growing and going in
My flow is some stoic-ness
A poet that coexists with the holiest [occurances?]
Coincidences, gritters will finish
Make sure I finish my sentences
Dementia is no friend of the penmanship
I thank all my friends, ain't never forgetting my friendliness
No reason to censor it I love the smell in September, it's kinda like...
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
