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is what it makes me It's a petal on every flower for every hour
Everyone is unique Can't let nobody tell you how to
Break yourself down, build yourself

It’s like a universe 
It’s like a flower
I see these every hour
It’s like a movie scene
It’s like i’ve never seen
I’m happy to be here
Oh Can you

won't leave you behind in the cold
Worlds collide

She wears red flowers
Passing the hours
Chasing gold towers
Losing my only child
I will be by your side

on dandelion
Wrapped up in all I have left
Little Red Flower
Counting the hours
I hope I didn't let you down

Her tears are drying up
Dazzling rays rise in the air
And return to the surface of the sun

The witch cuts the white flowers
Accelerates slow hours
She

Motherfuckers wonder
Got no where to run to
Ground begins to rumble
motherfuckers fucked
Laid out in the flowers bleeding for hours
Til they get devoured fate

so sour
Eyes like a flower
In lonely hours
The tears devour you
You empower her to live her life
All alone in the tower
Your love turned sour
Destroy

You got strawberry flavour
How you were created
By God I think he did it right
I see beetles and flowers
In sunsetting hours
When you tried to hold

Lay my corpse down in a bed of flowers
Decay slowly every hour
Make my soul leave my body
Laying down, I'm disembodied

Free me from this pain inside

Upon the desert wind
I spy you, once again
I reach for your velvet hair
but your petals disappear
My Zion Flower
Bloom through the hour
We meet

head, always in my head

I'm picking flowers
Picking for hours
Just to think 'bout you
Even if it showers
Stuck on these long walks
Sing through these

desert heat
But how they loved the flowers
And gazed for hours
At all the pretty blossoms
Growing round their giant wings
Oh how they wished
That they were

dance is all I need
This dance is all I ever
Do you believe in deeper meaning
Seashells, flower, change of the hour
Pictures and reasons, change

Yesir Yesir Yesir Yes
I see Lust in your eyes
Im knocking baby
Please let me inside
Treat you like a prize
You my little flower
Fucking you for hours

I'm all about my flower
Smoking every hour
Some of it is sour
But all of it is power
Fist feature ever
Huh huh huh
First feature ever sold bro was

the flower for an hour then it's off to hit the books
Roll pages old sages goin' where the road takes us
Leaf papers heat vapors so much green in these acres

can't inflate
Still a jiggy motherfucker living day by day

And my wrist it broke, now really, it froze
I could give a fuck cuz I got flowers to grow

know you think I'm mad
But I want you to know
That I love you
So come on in
Little big
Go on and dig
Not the flowers
Cry for hours
Little big
I know you

Forget about the flowers
I can give you hours
Of this love when we fucking in the shower
Like a ghost you don't gotta see my power
Won't hear a thing when

These days I feel like crying
2 am sad boy hours
Can you bring a sad boy flowers
2 am sad boy hours
Can you give a sad boy power
These days I trust people

see that she keeps it underground
Low-key still I love the way she sounds
I can bring you flowers
No sleep for hours
To many powers
In the After Hours
I

the coop, slow it down on a Sunday
I think I'm finding a way (Oh, oh)
Moonlight showers, blonde hair, yellow flowers
Late night hours, I'm on the road, call

Yeah
Uh
Kirklyn Armani...

Frolicking through flowers
FaceTime for hours (Yeah)
Fucking in the shower
Sounds nice right?
Daily date night
Under

Night hours
Red woods
Bring flowers if the sex good
Kissin' on you
Hair pull, hair pull, hair pull
Caressin' on you when you bitin' back
You're my need no