Bouquet

Look at the picture The colors are cold they quaint But see his expression Got nothing to mention he dry as the paint Watch as he watches The time it be ticking he watching them play The children around him got nothing to say He back in his shell now he hiding away Painting is painful Set down the brush take it ease on the easel Life is not easy but maybe some people Look at it differently maybe a sequel Maybe another chance To wash off the bristles Grab on that brush that's enough with the sniffles Get it together and shoot'em the missiles Throw in drums enough with past I gotta focus on right now Goin for first I'll never be last I gotta lock all my time down I got priorities not in sororities Can't get addicted to women I love how they curve and swerve But breaking my heart is a different affliction That's just it I've never experienced love Not from another significant other This tree just got one turtle dove Feel I've been missing a piece But really would it give me peace Will I ever get my answer Maybe when I lay deceased Fuck the restrictions I'm done with chains Throw them on demons I turn them to reigns Void is upon you it's my turn to reign Start with two hundred cause I'm never sane No one could ever extinguish my flame Smother with dirt and it's burning the same Wait for your savior you think that they coming Well go tell your savior I already came Don't give a fuck about your animosity Fate couldn't snip me I told'em it's prophecy And if I'm destined to be what I'm bouta be Finna need Plato to rewrite philosophy Always I'm thinking too much that's apart of me Got too much brain I just need a lobotomy Doubtin me now man I'll need an apology Lord of the void yeah this ain't no mythology But you can call me the drake of the south Making the flames and they come out my mouth Bet you all think that I'm talking bout drizzy But I'm talking dragons I'll make it a drought We need the water at the end of the day Dance for the rain this chant we can say Been waiting for hours I'm praying for showers I'll pick all the flowers and make a bouquet I'll make a bouquet It'll all be okay We all dying someday In the coffin we lay Yeah I'll make a bouquet It'll all be okay In the coffin we lay Welcome to the lows Where the lost souls and the damned goes Send a chill from your spine to your toes Blood dripping from the back of the nose At the bottom of the vase Feel the soul and the body out of phase Holding weight that you could never raise Running still but you'll never leave the maze Swivel out but you end up in the same Place that you started Cause you holding onto vain Kill off all the pain another needle in the vein And now your linen got a stain And now you dying in the rain but Whoever said that death was the end Raise your corpse and go and try again If you alive then go and help a friend Help the soul cause it really need to mend Feel the rush inside Heart beating fast send the blood to your thighs Red in the brain send the sight to the eyes Strength in your arms now you reach for the skies In the meadow we play Now it's cold cause the sun hid a ray One more thing before we ending off the day Pick all the flowers I got a bouquet Okay I'm upping the anti and the instrumental Don't need a xanny to fix up my mental Back on my horse and I'm back on my way This way Remember my feet used to slip off the pedal Keep to myself yeah I don't like to meddle But how many hitters do I need to make To make Just to prove now that I got what it takes Call me wagyu cause I'm goat of the steaks Raising them higher I'm passing the fakes The fakes My flow is eclectic I got it from many Feeling so lavish I roll like a Bentley This ain't elementary the hook of the century Feelin like number one right now Ain't with the talk, so pipe down Shake the champagne imma pop out I'm frigid I'm colder than Moscow Messed up my work so I'm flipping the page Previous stroke had too much of the rage My colors are warmer they used to be quaint I pick up the brush like I'm learning to paint So much to share but got nothing to say What kind of picture will I make today I got ideas extending to May But I'll paint the flowers inside the bouquet And so the boy picked up his brush Through the trials and tribulations The ups and downs The highs and lows The tokes and jokes He picked up his brush and began to paint a vivid image of the bouquet of flowers he picked on his adventure However, our time in the meadow has come to a close The cold is setting in and the sun is beginning to lie down past the horizon Many thoughts were thought, many feelings were felt, and many lessons were learned But one lesson in particular stuck with the boy like no other A reminder for not only himself, but the others around him to prosper in the lives that They lived Slow down , take a moment, inhale the air, and smell the flowers