Lyrics:
a light wrist
Can't go to Philly no more on the boot list
Bring out Lucile money all on the pool stick
Boy got a bad parent ohh thats a cool kid
All my
saving (yeah)
But more water come out my eyes (oh)
Than the faucet when I'm bathing (Oh)
All that liquor with no chaser (oh)
Chased me right up out my
a match and the match went out
But it wasn't no more lights in the motherfucking house
Speakin of house let's play a game of it
Is you wit it? hide and go
home now
And with these words, I'll plant these flowers for my lost ones
With no problems, but I knew they were goners
So is what I'm doing a legitimate
Wake up everyday to the same life[00:24.62]Heard there's more to it than this though the grapevine[00:27.06]Sick and tired leaving
but I'm sure I'd feel more empty[02:36.50]So whatcha gonna do with your time[02:41.65]Are you gonna let it pass you by[02:47.46]I know it comes and goes
Am in my feelings
Yeah yeah
Snow Yeah
Yondo
I gat flowers in my rizla
Pussy on my mind
Henny by my side
With some apple cherry pie
Am in my feelings
Turn the beat up a little bit more in here, Bengineer, please!
I guess I'm doing this one by myself
If you can't just be good with being by
isn't any more popular but the flower's doing real good
The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
And we never knowed what it was called
Some said it
isn't any more popular but the flower's doing real good
The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
And we never knowed what it was called
Some said it
And I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And I'm conquered in a car seat
Not a thing
No more flowers in my garden
All that's left is sadness
Hope for sunshine in the morning
Cause all I can see is rain
No more flowers in my garden
All
No apologies, do whatever for a platter of them collard greens yeah
Watch em follow me, flower child but always spitting more than pollyseeds
No
with no paper?
Go ride or die hater
They don't know what go on in my hood
Like the "Check Engine" on
Swear it's more life-takers
You got to watch out for
of flowers baby
Prettier by the hour, just like you
The flowers blooming
The white light
Shining down on you, it's all right
There's a field of flowers baby
the highway, I couldn't ask for more!
*Speeding by, on a nitros high.
With my engine screamin', I'll pass you by.
Flyin' high, all four wheels on fire.
My RPM's
Police officers
When they arrived and they were met by gunfire
More gunfire followed on and off for hours
Eventually, tear gas was used to help end
Reno hill
He whistled for the crossing with an awful shrill
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
When
still was influenced by his music
And plenty more to be influenced
He left a good legacy
Filled with tons of memories
For Quavo to tell his children
Tell
don't even matter
Put your head on a platter
Ain't no more a chatter, uh
Chained from the bladder
Bells are ringing
Birds are singing
I don't give a shit
bananas too/remember back on the block by the park bench/bottom of the hill rhyming through the dark man/out late enough you could see the zombies/scratch
at the time[01:09.13]Steady passin' us by, wishin' I could rewind[01:12.20]Mind full of purp, pain and bloodstains[01:15.15]Got no friends, they all considered family
cherish
No more of my loved ones will perish
Grandfather took care of me with sincerity
Intelligence, integrity, my kind's a rarity
Honor and courage, hold
goodbye. rest in peace alone.
I wouldn't put a fucking flower on your gravestone. (If you died.)
See my conscience don't work no more, it don't hurt no
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