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Let's go So before I'm pushin daisies I hope that I can one day smell the roses for it's too late Celebrate my presence with some daffodils successes with some tulips Hope it's not too early for the bouquets I need my flowers Hand me my flowers Make sure I get my flowers Just wanna smell my flowers The good die young it's always too soon Trump still alive streets got some explainin to do I know it ain't my place but God I'm just confused You let the evil walk amongst us now I question everything I knew Came a long way from the man that I used to be I was young and dumb and wasn't shit gettin through to me Stubborn as a motha fucka thought I knew it all I was 21 I'm wiser now and still don't know it all But I keep pushin them cowards pussy They don't know about the self work and the time it took me I'm still a fuckin work in progress how dare they judge me And I don't need em in my company keep em far from me, far from me They don't wanna hear that real shit fuck em that's Some real shit N*gga that's my slogan I'm gon scream it till the end of it Promise I'ma give it all I got till I got nothin left And bet I have my motha fuckin fam if I got nothin else So before I'm pushin daisies I hope that I can one day smell the roses for it's too late Celebrate my presence with some daffodils, successes with some tulips Hope it's not too early for the bouquets I need my flowers Hand me my flowers Make sure I get my flowers Just wanna smell my flowers From the concrete a flower grew He did what he had to do adapted to whatever happened to him While the world had opinions and suggestions He just waited just for dots so he could leave read on the messages Ignorin what they say cause talk is cheap they ain't gon pay Frank Sinatra, I ain't bothered, watch me say I did it my way Topic of discussion if I'm doin bad or doin good So see me when you see me doin bad or doin good This my shit n*gga I'm tryna be the best father to my kids n*gga Raise my daughter so she don't date none these bitch n*ggas Teach my son to be a man, real shit n*gga That's a good feelin I'm tryna make the days count large pay amount Feelin like I'm Bishop put it simply got the juice and now Y'all about to witness greatness Better late than never no apologies for lateness Everything at face value, y'all gon face this shit So before I'm pushin daisies I hope that I can one day smell the roses for it's too late Celebrate my presence with some daffodils, successes with some tulips Hope it's not too early for the bouquets I need my flowers Hand me my flowers Make sure I get my flowers Just wanna smell my flowers
Writer(s): Mark Jones Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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