Nitty Scott, Kendrick Lamar - Flower Child lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nitty Scott, Kendrick Lamar - Flower Child lyrics]
Pardon my Bohemian ways
I know I act like I be
Stuck in a Bohemian daze
You said you love me, so don't rush me
Love is patient and now you gotta trust me
To take form
Like the canvas of the Grand Canyon
Product of a beautiful storm or an unborn
Carried just below the heart
Quietly preparing for his start
Let me Michelangelo my Sistine Chapel
You know they say Rome wasn't built in a day
And diamonds need a while before
They hit the display
So I guess I see myself in a similar way
I'm paced
Like my momma in the kitchen whipping
Always mixing up and fixing
Begged her for a taste and
She said it wasn't ready
She stir it up slow and she cook it up steady
This is not a race track, living in the ASAP
I'm just trying to do it
Justice when it play back
Sometimes I gotta stall the BPM
So I can weave these dreams
And polish up these gems
In the end, I got love for the show biz
But sometimes you gotta stop
And smell the roses
Keeping up with the Kardashians and Joneses
Nah, I take my time and compose this
They say greatness get better with time
They say concrete roses hard to find
Sit inside my room
And let these thoughts bloom
It's a secret garden in my mind flower child
Okay, buffering, creativity suffering
When you bustlin' hustlin' for
The numbers and you missed the journey if
You climbed too fast
The beauty of the struggle when
It comes to pass
Amateurs swear they need a balancer
I want that legendary like excalibur
Chasing calibers liberated as a bachelor
Traveler, never falling victim
To these calendars
Rough draft after rough draft
No staff, perfecting on my abstract craft
And now they calling me celebrity
Only thing I give a damn
About is my integrity
They play the game like checkers
When I'm talking bout chess
Tryna do more when I'm talking bout less
I stress quantity ain't always quality
So let me formulate my prophecy
When the lights get low and you
Notice I am the sun
The winter time was snow but
Only little you know
I will still breathe, give me the keys
I'm resuscitating the game, see me in CPR
My name is a gun cocked, gun shot
Dead and I won't stop gun cocked, gun shot
Head in a pine box with a dozen roses
Hold this with a gift card
Gun cocked, gun shot
Flowers on your momma's yard
They say greatness get better with time
They say concrete roses hard to find
Sit inside my room
And let these thoughts bloom
It's a secret garden in my mind flower child
They say greatness gets better with time
So why expedite my prime?
See I'm just a lilac tied to the earth
Exuding the fragrance of light and birth
So respect my photosynthesis
My petals, my stems, full of nourishing flow
You thought this was a love song, but no
I just need you to let me grow
I know I act like I be
Stuck in a Bohemian daze
You said you love me, so don't rush me
Love is patient and now you gotta trust me
To take form
Like the canvas of the Grand Canyon
Product of a beautiful storm or an unborn
Carried just below the heart
Quietly preparing for his start
Let me Michelangelo my Sistine Chapel
You know they say Rome wasn't built in a day
And diamonds need a while before
They hit the display
So I guess I see myself in a similar way
I'm paced
Like my momma in the kitchen whipping
Always mixing up and fixing
Begged her for a taste and
She said it wasn't ready
She stir it up slow and she cook it up steady
This is not a race track, living in the ASAP
I'm just trying to do it
Justice when it play back
Sometimes I gotta stall the BPM
So I can weave these dreams
And polish up these gems
In the end, I got love for the show biz
But sometimes you gotta stop
And smell the roses
Keeping up with the Kardashians and Joneses
Nah, I take my time and compose this
They say greatness get better with time
They say concrete roses hard to find
Sit inside my room
And let these thoughts bloom
It's a secret garden in my mind flower child
Okay, buffering, creativity suffering
When you bustlin' hustlin' for
The numbers and you missed the journey if
You climbed too fast
The beauty of the struggle when
It comes to pass
Amateurs swear they need a balancer
I want that legendary like excalibur
Chasing calibers liberated as a bachelor
Traveler, never falling victim
To these calendars
Rough draft after rough draft
No staff, perfecting on my abstract craft
And now they calling me celebrity
Only thing I give a damn
About is my integrity
They play the game like checkers
When I'm talking bout chess
Tryna do more when I'm talking bout less
I stress quantity ain't always quality
So let me formulate my prophecy
When the lights get low and you
Notice I am the sun
The winter time was snow but
Only little you know
I will still breathe, give me the keys
I'm resuscitating the game, see me in CPR
My name is a gun cocked, gun shot
Dead and I won't stop gun cocked, gun shot
Head in a pine box with a dozen roses
Hold this with a gift card
Gun cocked, gun shot
Flowers on your momma's yard
They say greatness get better with time
They say concrete roses hard to find
Sit inside my room
And let these thoughts bloom
It's a secret garden in my mind flower child
They say greatness gets better with time
So why expedite my prime?
See I'm just a lilac tied to the earth
Exuding the fragrance of light and birth
So respect my photosynthesis
My petals, my stems, full of nourishing flow
You thought this was a love song, but no
I just need you to let me grow