Flowers

Yeah
Yeah
Magnify times ten
Rinse and repeat, suck it up again, please
Yes, I do pretend
Same sweet smile, dagger in my hand, sweet
Honey too sticky
Might get caught up, I’ll get caught up
I’ll get caught at Melody B
Sweet silly summers, always
Free, free
Free, free
Flowers
Flowers
Yeah, birds be tripping
Sugarcoated flowers that you’re gonna keep sipping
When I leave them melodies, they gonna keep sticking
Sing the praises, the praises
Stuck up in the clouds and I smile in amazement
Intricately intrigued by magnificent arrangements
Visually, the theme an array of engagements
Visually esteemed, I can say that you made it
Sweet, my, you’re bitter
All them bad vibes gonna make you sicker
All them bad minds gonna make you slicker
All them bad times gonna make skin thicker
Sweet, the sound of illusion
An array of confusion
With all this inclusion
Free, free
Free, free
Flowers
Flowers
Crybabies getting played like 'wah, wah'
Strip the cover, reveal like 'voila'
Magic, magic, sky turns guava
Ooh, sun sets, Lioness Nala’s
Getting hungry, so she’s out hunting
Poachers close by, but no, she’s not dumb
She sees they strayed off, this is pride country
This is lion country, this is my country, man
And you’re not my countryman
False moves leave you buried where you currently stand
That’s just facts, don’t take it personal
Moniker is Queen, she deserves the throne, mm-mm
Never deserts the throne
Unless it’s meal time, then she’s lurking slow
Run it back, run it back
Never deserts the throne
Unless it’s meal time, then she’s lurking slow
Through the flowers
Flowers
Flowers
Flowers
Flowers