Bodega Flowers

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 right
My man straight out the gutter and he a 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 till 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 till 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 till 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 till 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