I want flowers but I don't wanna tell you I want flowers
'Cause then you just gonn' get me flowers 'cause I want flowers
But I want you to get me flowers 'cause you wanna get me flowers
I shouldn't have to tell you how much I want flowers
Salute to the petals, give them an echo
Round of applause you loop it, don't ever let go
Handing bodega flowers out through the ghetto
The slab where the rose come from the color of metal
Medals being rewarded or metal for being dormant
Tryna get a handle on what you built like Geppetto
Sweet as geletto, gelato
Pronunciation errors full throttle
Like blue lives tomorrow
The same as they did the day before
The only thing we got in common's not to play along
Like you'll get what you're came here for
Black attire in response to red roses
My attire matching the strap that they left smoking
So if we should get involved maybe we should do the same
One fist in the air the other moving who remains
Flowers for the thought of it
Another set for the section that's in support of it
My man straight out the gutter and he's an alderman, boxed every corner in
Eric Garner tees through his City Hall offices
Shout out Khalif Rainey
Flowers for whoever deserve em before they take me
Love is love, greatly
But back to the shit that made me
If seeing is believing then that could be what betrayed me
Shit I saw too much, or it could be the shit that saved me
So whether or not anybody reciprocate me, flowers is never maybes
Not at all
Don't wait
Don't wait 'till they're at the gates
To tell them you appreciate
I think you should tell em
Don't wait
Give them their roses while they came smell them
While they're alive you should tell em
Bodega flowers, buy you a set, buy you what's left
Catch em all 'til it's credit galore, kindly in debt
Said it can't be that hard, outta respect
I'm 6'1, 215, obvious threat
So a bouquet, is always appreciated
But will never be asked for, just bet I react off
What's left on this crash course, the motive you blast for
Everything front and center, I don't ever reach back for
Made sure my peoples lit up the front like the dashboard
Ain't a flower missing, ain't a reason to snatch yours, at all
Still and all we clipping all, down 'til the ceiling fall
Respect died, heads high, kill them with the nah
Flowers for who bout it, ain't no twitching in their palms
Reasoning surrounds it, intuition get involved
Then your face mask sneak off, race draft recall
Give us Larry David and y'all can take back Shameik Moore
Or maybe I'll just school him some, get to retooling son
Word to Miles Morales ignoring his father's badges
In the middle of November how I'm bumping summer madness
Next to these Fort Greene high rises that's so attractive
More or less
More or less there you have it
Less is never more but it be more than we'd imagine
Ceiling on the floor, truly yours, automatic
And every flower out the corner store wrapped in plastic, for real
Don't wait
Don't wait 'till they're at the gates
To tell them you appreciate
I think you should tell em
Don't wait
Give them their roses while they came smell them
While they're alive you should tell em
I want flowers but I don't wanna tell you I want flowers
'Cause then you just gonn' get me flowers 'cause I want flowers
But I want you to get me flowers 'cause you wanna get me flowers
I shouldn't have to tell you how much I want flowers
