I don't ever wanna do what you do
Got a bunch of gluten in your doo-doo
I be in the shed making heat heat
You be YouTube 480p (can't see)
All your bullshit I'm beyond that
On the back porch adirondack (laid back)
Bet you didn't know that my mom rap
Hit me with a text "you da bomb, Ash"
I'm like
Mmm...
My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
Mmm...
Making sure I can still smell them
Mmm...
My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
Mmm...
Making sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
I'm framing photos from Mexico City
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
Caladiums, roses and
Only that potent shit
I'm growing and going in
My flow is some stoicness
A poet that coexist with the coleus
No coinci-ince...
Coincidences
Good riddance
When finished
Make sure I finish my sentences
Dementia's no friend of the penmanship
I'm thankful my friends ain't never forgetting
My friendliness
No reason to censor it
I love the smell in September
It's kinda like...
Mmm...
My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
Mmm...
Making sure I can still smell them
Mmm...
My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
Mmm...
Making sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
Mmm...
My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
Mmm...
Making sure I can still smell them
Mmm...
My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
Mmm...
Making sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
