Skyzoo, BJ The Chicago Kid - Bodega Flowers lyrics

I want flowers
But, I don't wanna tell you I want flowers
'Cause then you just gon' get me
Flowers 'cause I want flowers
But, I want you to gimme flowers
'cause you wanna gimme flowers
I shouldn't have to tell you
How much I want flowers (Yo)

Salute to the petals, give 'em an echo
Round of applause, you loop it
Don't ever let go, nah
Handing bodega flowers out through the ghetto
The slab where the rose come
From the color of metal
Medals being rewarded or metal
For being dormant tryna get a handle on what
You built like Geppetto
Sweet as geleto, gelato
Pronunciation errors full throttle
Like blue lives tomorrow the same as
They did the day before
The only thing we got in
Common's not to play along
Like you'll get what you're came here for
Black attire in response to red roses
My attire matching the strap
That they left smoking
So if we should get involved
Then maybe we should do the same
One fist in the air
The other moving who remains
Flowers for the thought of it
Another set for the section that's
In support of it
My man straight out the gutter
And he's an alderman boxed every corner in
Eric Garner tees through his
City Hall offices shout out Khalif Rainey
Flowers for whoever deserve 'em
Before they take me love is love, greatly
But back to the shit that made me
If seeing is believing
Then that could be what betrayed me
Shit I saw too much
Or it could be the shit that saved me
So whether or not anybody reciprocate me
Flowers is never maybes, not at all

Don't wait don't wait around, it's better
You say it now, for real
Don't wait 'til they're at the gates
To tell them you appreciate no, no, no, no
(You appreciated, fuck the waitin', right?)
I think you should tell 'em, don't wait
Don't wait around, it's better
You say it now, it's better you say it now
Give 'em they roses while they can smell 'em
While they alive, you should tell 'em

Bodega flowers, buy you a set
Buy you what's left
Catch 'em all 'til it's credit galore
Kindly in debt
Said it can't be that hard out of respect
I'm 6'1", 215, obvious threat
So a bouquet is always appreciated
But'll never be asked for
Just bet I react off
What's left on this crash course
The motive you blast for
Everything front and center
I don't ever reach back for
Made sure my peoples lit up
The front like the dashboard
Ain't a flower missing, ain't a
Reason to snatch yours, at all
Still and all, we clipping all
Down 'til the ceiling fall
Respect died, heads high
Kill them with the nah
Flowers for who 'bout it
Ain't no twitching in their palms
Reasoning surrounds it
Intuition get involved
Then your face mask sneak off
Race draft recall
Give us Larry David and y'all
Can take back Shameik Moore
Or maybe I'll just school him
Some, get to retooling, son
Word to Miles Morales ignoring
His father badges
In the middle of November how
I'm bumping summer madness
Next to these Fort Greene high
Rises that's so attractive
More or less, more or less, there you have it
Less is never more
But it be more than we'd imagine
Ceiling on the floor, truly yours, automatic
And every flower out the corner
Store wrapped in plastic, believe that

Don't wait don't wait around, it's better
You say it now, for real
Don't wait 'til they're at the gates
To tell them you appreciate no, no, no, no
(You appreciated, fuck the waitin', right?)
I think you should tell 'em, don't wait
Don't wait around, it's better
You say it now, it's better you say it now
Give 'em they roses while they can smell 'em
While they alive, you should tell 'em

I want flowers
But, I don't wanna tell you I want flowers
'Cause then you just gon' get me
Flowers 'cause I want flowers
But, I want you to gimme flowers
'cause you wanna gimme flowers
I shouldn't have to tell you
How much I want flowers (For real)
Give my motherfuckin' flowers
All of us, the whole neighborhood
Not just for me, but the neighborhood
All of us ain't a flower missing
Ain't a reason to snatch yours
Ain't a flower missing, ain't a reason
To snatch yours at all, right?
Ain't a flower missing, ain't a
Reason to snatch yours, at all

I thought you might like these guess not
There is nothing like the
Smell of fresh flowers
Don't you agree, mother-sister?
Summertime, all you can smell is the garbage
Smell overpowers everything
Especially the soft, sweet smell of flowers
If you don't mind, I'm gon' sit right here
Catch myself a breeze or two and
Then I'll be on my way