This is a song about "Growing flowers"

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I'm growing in like rogaine

Parking lot of the blue flame

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

I've become immune to you no name haters

But i'll still try to be the man sending you flowers.

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Skipping class and growing cold