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Flowers
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Flowers è stato pubblicato il 10 dicembre 2025 da 3411 come parte dell'album WOLVES
AlbumWOLVES
10 dicembre 2025
Etichetta3411
LinguaEnglish
BPM
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Minutes to midnight, minister this might
Be my last request so hold on to it keep your grip tight
Seen hurricanes and rip tides, family that tick white
The way they did my brother, I could never let that shit slide
Starve before I let them hunger, start cause I won't let them wonder
Spark is what present the thunder, promise I protect my brother
Cause he held me through the storm and the calm
He was my shield all them nights I put a sword in my arm
And when I thought that I was weak my brother swore I was strong
My brother probably the reason I'm recording this song, yeah
Back when I was easy to hate, it wasn't lost on me for you it wasn't easy to stay
And even if we took a turn man you still keeping me straight
And every night I pray to God that you could see me today, yo
I came far but got a lot farther, falling forward 'fore I turn back, that's a nonstarter
She see me wash away this pain but this is not water
Only sell the product if the price is right like Bob Barker
And homie my shit top dollar
I said he ain't heavy, that's my brother
And there could never be another
He ain't heavy
That's my brother
Yeah
Wandering a long time but I been home sick
Only reason that my jumper wet is cause I've thrown bricks
Came a long way from no brakes up in that '06
Prayed to get my shot and now I'm praying that it don't miss
See the waves rolling out my window
Rain beating down on the pavement that's my tempo
Text's I wasn't brave enough to write I wish I sent those
Cause I meant those, now I got mementos
Now I got these lentils that I traded out the farm for
But when the beans sprout they'll be asking for an encore
My enemies gon' need some bigger clippers and a lawnmower
Smoke has finally cleared but what the fuck it take so long for?
Ima
A work still in progress, it ain't a merciful process
And smooth seas have never built the same as turbulent waters
You know my curse full of karma, because my dirt full of trauma
But when my crime finally pay it's gon' be circles and comma's
Written by: George Roblin
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