Lyrics

Well I already got to much sh&t i should just be counting my blessing I'm messing with matches burnt another lesson got learned So if you tired and your pages just keep turning You should be paying attention to what this message is concerning Discerning the difference between the unforeseen obscene and a yearning that's clean So be careful what you need because the greed will rob you of your power and don't pick the flowers I beg you please don't pick the flowers You know it's only just a matter of time I'm begging you please don't pick the flowers She's only gonna wilt and die oh my Back up off me and smell the coffee Cause your the type of style yo babe you lost me All i try to do is live my life and live it well A Capricorn with the smooth clientele And all i try to do is just love ya baby But your type of style just drives me crazy The man of the hour the man with the power And if you don't mind don't pick my flower I'm asking you please don't pick the flowers You know it's only just a matter of time I'm begging you please don't pick the flowers She's only gonna wilt and die oh my Hey why you always running around domesticating my chickens anyway I see you lock your church at night That fear that your burned may take flight Oh the safety that the cage must bring Your better off just clipping its wings Yeah that'll do your possessions possess you I'm asking you please don't pick the flowers
Writer(s): Mark Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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