Roses

Just like a rose

Everybody knows that you are so beautiful

But I feel a thorn on my hide

I should've known

We can't repair what we broke

But I held you close, too close

Should've left your roses at the door

They're sharper than before

I don't want 'em no more

I should've left your roses at the door

They're sharper than before

I don't need 'em no more

Mmm

I have no time to give you guidance

Barely have any f*** time either

Hefner minded, like I think you're fine, but

I seen the finest women that ever came out a beaver

Mind reader, can tell she vegan or not when I meet her

Or if she insecure, most are

If she's mixed, a possible psycho, alert goes off

Not a judge, 'cause a judge don't wear no drawers, yet he allows

Everything to go to your spouse when you end your vows

My tax bracket, not enough, blacks have it

Who should I date, project chick, or Cuban actress?

A white chick, they might flip talkin' that blackness

Should only attract black ****, I'm a **** magnet

If you mad at that, you'll be mad forever

Never played you, I prayed we would stay together

Wished it'd last forever, know what I mean?

Heard you tear a rose from the roots, the rose screams

Just like a rose

Everybody knows that you are so beautiful

But I feel a thorn on my hide

I should've known

We can't repair what we broke

But I held you close, too close

Them Xanax can't manage your maniac manic depressive expressions

They some silent killers, that stress ****

That put ulcers in a lot of ****

I'm blowin' medical, it helps chill a violent temper

I done went to hell and back, you always think you right

You know when you wrong, and still, you wanna fight

When people like my song, you wanna kill 'em, right?

You resent me every time I make a million, right?

You wanna experience life when you callin' all the shots

Orderin' bottles for all your girls up in the spot

Have your own cash, own your own Benz

Your own house, everything, me, I understand

Thought you would bask in the glory as Queen Bee

Put you under Martin Scorsese, Mean Street

The first movie he made, thought that was fly

I thought you was flyer, you a f****** liar

Just like a rose

Everybody knows that you are so beautiful

But I feel a thorn on my hide

I should've known

We can't repair what we broke

But I held you close, too close

Should've left your roses at the door

They're sharper than before

And I don't want 'em no more

I should've left your roses at the door

They're sharper than before

And I don't need 'em no more

Mmm

My roses

My roses

My roses

My roses