Flowers On the Weekend

I don't ever wanna do what you do

Got a bunch of gluten in your doo-doo

I be in the shed makin' heat-heat

You be YouTube 480p (Can't see)

All your bullshit, I'm beyond that

On the back porch, adirondack (Laid back)

Bet you didn't know that my mom rap

Hit me with a text, "You da bomb, Ash"

I'm like

Mmm-hmm

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm-hmm-hmm

Makin' sure I can still smell them

Mmm-hmm

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm-hmm-hmm

Makin' sure I can still smell them

Gimme that

I'm framing photos from Mexico City

My living room be lookin' pretty

From the interior decoratin'

My lady be slayin', I ain't playing

I'm playin' like only Mozart on vinyl

When I wake up, no pay cuts

Only gettin' raises and bonuses

Caladiums, roses and only that potent shit

I'm growin' and goin' in

My flow is some stoicness

A poet that coexist with the coleus

No coinci-ince...

Coincidences

Good riddance

When finished

Make sure I finish my sentences

Dementia's no friend of the penmanship

I'm thankful my friends ain't never forgettin' my friendliness

No reason to censor it

I love the smell in September, it's kinda like...

Mmm-hmm

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm-hmm-hmm

Makin' sure I can still smell them

Mmm-hmm

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm-hmm-hmm

Makin' sure I can still smell them

Gimme that

Mmm-hmm

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm-hmm-hmm

Makin' sure I can still smell them

Mmm-hmm

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm-hmm-hmm

Makin' sure I can still smell them

Gimme that