This is a song about "Thorne in the roses"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

In the foreground while i'm in the

To liberate yourself, africa

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

She doesn't understand the notion, of turning rosaries to roses

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids