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//Verse 1//
Even roses have thorns and with a prick of the finger
You come to realize overcoming obstacles ain't easy
I am dreamy, quite hoping for easy road
But i would rather be laying down in a bed of roses
as one door closes, I open up another one
never reminiscing on decisions I will learn from them
resenting the past and im sticking to future
not talking the artist, im talkin' 'bout fate,
life gives you lemons, you then make a beverage
if it hands you roses, be ready to break
Shed blood, Bleed
Beauty, lies
reigning tiers
like a queen
" you better be stoppin to smell up the roses "
grate like some chedda and be full of it
happy for hardship I should admit
outkast said floral can smell like shit
they prickly, tricking you into makin' decisions
based off they're features, red creatures
are evil, and colored like demons
good intentions? maybe.
Want me to touch you? pay me
Sometimes the struggle ain't worth it
but all these scars are amazing
//Hook//
Why do you do what you to do to me
Reminiscing on the petals, luring me to touch again
I'll be getting the thorns, I'll getting the thorns,
I'll be getting the thorns, I'll be getting the
and she be taking my blood, she be taking my blood
she be taking my blood, now im bleeding out
//Verse 2//
blood drizzles from the stab of the barb on the stem
plasma scribbles, she having fun making art from my red
decipher riddles for the reason of why we even began
acknowledgin symbols is something that I never did
rhetoric, spittin' this wisdom, you better listen in
should never be beggin ur women to stay in your life
if she gotta think twice, make like a vet and remove her like lice
spontaneous living, i'm out here just rolling the dice,
//Hook//
Why do you do what you to do to me
Reminiscing on the petals, luring me to touch again
I'll be getting the thorns, I'll getting the thorns,
I'll be getting the thorns, I'll be getting the
and she be taking my blood, she be taking my blood
she be taking my blood, now im bleeding out
//Scraps//
Im bobby bousche and I'm saying touche
im stopping the play, your petals receiving no water from me
momma says women the devil, roman i already counted two three
failing to hold on my horses, already ran outta patience
I am demolishing all of the demons im faced with
listen to all of my statements,
im letting the devil run all of its courses
havin' no remorses, if theirs no pain, honestly there is no gain,
earning the wisdom 'cause knowledge is greatness.
feeling no shame for the options im taking
Dont play with the roses 'til you want the thorns
//Notes//
Roses have thorns
The most beautiful things can hurt you
Would rather have a road full of roses with thorns than full of dead ones
If you want a lesson of what a rose really smells like hit up outkast
“If you don't feel the pointed things in life,
you'll soon take the soft ones for granted.”
“Love is like a rose. So beautiful to look at, yet so painful to touch.”
So beautiful that bloodshed is worth the pain for the things you desire
“But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.”
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Cavenaugh
Member since January 3 2016