Flowers on the Weekend

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I don't ever wanna do what you do Got a bunch of gluten in your doodoo I be in the shed makin' heat, heat You be YouTube 480P (Can't see) All your bullshit, I'm beyond that On the back porch adirondack (Maybach) Bet you didn't know that my mom rap? Hit me with a text "You the bomb, Ash" I'm like [Chorus] My girl bring me flowers on the weekend Making sure I can still smell them My girl bring me flowers on the weekend Makin' sure I can still smell them Gimme that [Verse 2] I'm framing photos from Mexico City, my livin' room Be lookin' pretty from the interior decoratin' My lady be slayin', I ain't playin' I'm playin' like only Mozart on vinyl when I wake up No pay cuts, only gettin' raises and bonuses Caladiums, roses and, only that potent shit I'm growin' and goin' in My flow is some stoicness A poet that coexists with the coleus, no coinci-ince Coincidences Good riddance will finish Make sure I finish my sentences Dementia is no friend of the penmanship I thank all my friends, ain't never forgettin' my friendliness No reason to censor it I love the smell in September, it's kinda like... [Chorus] My girl bring me flowers on the weekend Makin' sure I can still smell them My girl bring me flowers on the weekend Makin' sure I can still smell them Gimme that My girl bring me flowers on the weekend Makin' sure I can still smell them My girl bring me flowers on the weekend Makin' sure I can still smell them Gimme that