He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters
Never slowing, always rowing in those waters, growing into flowers
Bobby knight be coachin us
Wood chain with a jesus
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers,
Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters
Just regret the fact that i left too soon
Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom
It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride
Desperate on site, the might knocked right out the knight.
Asshole flowers, going home
They blowing up my phone
You hear the words coming from my lips bastards
I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards
But i'll still try to be the man sending you flowers.
Baby told me that she never memorized a verse
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