"Flowers" lyrics
(feat. Ryan "Myagi" Evans)
I just want my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
Just give me my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
While I'm still here
Maybe it's crazy or maybe it's unrealistic
To think you'd ever remember me after I hit the exits
I'm swimming in hidden messages obvious to my exes
And obvious to the ones tuned in to the connection
I'm holding onto the thought of just living on
While I'm holding on to my moms and pops like I'm extra strong
These two feet been on the precipice
Longer than I can specify
Living life on an exodus never find me to testify
Gotta exercise caution when I'm talking
Cuz I lose my place often and I lost all my watches
Feeling like my mind been moshing when I sleep I turn and tossin
Haunted by the very prospect of getting lost in the process
So when you play it play loud for all to hear
And play it loud enough to wake up all ghosts floating in here
I'm tired of fighting for my love I just want something that's real
But maybe this is all I get until I jet
I just want my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
Just give me my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
While I'm still here
While I'm still here
Now can you see me
For all now that I freely
Bring out to every scheme we
Been posted up like a retweet
I'm killing every piece I'm putting upon my sheet
Like really
All this fucking heat I've dropped and you're still asking me for freebies
Please be gone with the static
You're only here for the art like
Critics who sit to judge but never budge to play the part right
I'm walking round this coliseum
Hoping I can talk to legions
Couldn't sell enough tickets
It's now become a mausoleum
Don't cry for me it's still a fact I'm out here bouncing bread
Although that's never the thing that's getting me out of bed
I want the accolades I want the trophies too
You keep the track for fame I'm good with known by few
I'm good with underrated I'm good with overdue
Too good to blow up ain't he not good enough to queue
Well, that's all good I'll just keep planting seeds to tell 'em
That one day y'all gon' pick up these flowers I just need to smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
Just give me my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
While I'm still here
While I'm still here...
While I'm still...
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
Just give me my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
While I'm still here
Maybe it's crazy or maybe it's unrealistic
To think you'd ever remember me after I hit the exits
I'm swimming in hidden messages obvious to my exes
And obvious to the ones tuned in to the connection
I'm holding onto the thought of just living on
While I'm holding on to my moms and pops like I'm extra strong
These two feet been on the precipice
Longer than I can specify
Living life on an exodus never find me to testify
Gotta exercise caution when I'm talking
Cuz I lose my place often and I lost all my watches
Feeling like my mind been moshing when I sleep I turn and tossin
Haunted by the very prospect of getting lost in the process
So when you play it play loud for all to hear
And play it loud enough to wake up all ghosts floating in here
I'm tired of fighting for my love I just want something that's real
But maybe this is all I get until I jet
I just want my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
Just give me my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
While I'm still here
While I'm still here
Now can you see me
For all now that I freely
Bring out to every scheme we
Been posted up like a retweet
I'm killing every piece I'm putting upon my sheet
Like really
All this fucking heat I've dropped and you're still asking me for freebies
Please be gone with the static
You're only here for the art like
Critics who sit to judge but never budge to play the part right
I'm walking round this coliseum
Hoping I can talk to legions
Couldn't sell enough tickets
It's now become a mausoleum
Don't cry for me it's still a fact I'm out here bouncing bread
Although that's never the thing that's getting me out of bed
I want the accolades I want the trophies too
You keep the track for fame I'm good with known by few
I'm good with underrated I'm good with overdue
Too good to blow up ain't he not good enough to queue
Well, that's all good I'll just keep planting seeds to tell 'em
That one day y'all gon' pick up these flowers I just need to smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
Just give me my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
While I'm still here
While I'm still here...
While I'm still...
