Flowers on the Weekend

I don't ever wanna do what you do

Got a bunch of gluten in your doo-doo

I be in the shed making heat heat

You be YouTube 480p (can't see)

All your bullshit I'm beyond that

On the back porch adirondack (laid back)

Bet you didn't know that my mom rap

Hit me with a text "you da bomb, Ash"

I'm like

Mmm...

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm...

Making sure I can still smell them

Mmm...

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm...

Making sure I can still smell them

Gimme that

I'm framing photos from Mexico City

My living room be looking pretty

From the interior decorating

My lady be slaying

I ain't playing

I'm playing like only Mozart on vinyl

When I wake up

No pay cuts

Only getting raises and bonuses

Caladiums, roses and

Only that potent shit

I'm growing and going in

My flow is some stoicness

A poet that coexist with the coleus

No coinci-ince...

Coincidences

Good riddance

When finished

Make sure I finish my sentences

Dementia's no friend of the penmanship

I'm thankful my friends ain't never forgetting

My friendliness

No reason to censor it

I love the smell in September

It's kinda like...

Mmm...

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm...

Making sure I can still smell them

Mmm...

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm...

Making sure I can still smell them

Gimme that

Mmm...

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm...

Making sure I can still smell them

Mmm...

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm...

Making sure I can still smell them

Gimme that