Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Give Me My Flowers Now , by - Dj Kay Slay. Release date: 05.03.2020
Song language: English
Give Me My Flowers Now |
| Imagine working hard and having almost everything you could want in life |
| And in the blink of an eye |
| You find yourself fighting for your life |
| Never take anything for granted; |
| not even your last breath |
| If I die in the streets today |
| Tell my mother that I’m sorry the reaper came |
| I haven’t reached all my goals |
| Father, please embrace my soul |
| Tryna survive, so while I’m still alive: |
| Give me my flowers now |
| Give me my flowers now |
| 'Cause Father Time countin' the hours down |
| Daffodils, tulips, carnations and lilies by the pound |
| And Shaka Zulu, King Tut, emperor wearin' the proper crown |
| Glorious empire ruler, you should be bowin' down |
| Turn my circuit into a circus like I’m some kinda clown |
| Degradin' my existence, prolific talent and vibrant style |
| Don’t say I’m the best when I’m gone |
| I can’t hear not a sound |
| Sorry, but my ears ain’t workin' if I’m inside the ground |
| Went from shopliftin' in Key Food inside the aisle |
| To usin' to stuff crack inside of vials |
| Road to the riches, my transmission done conquered miles |
| From the hood to Hollywood, makin' my mama proud |
| Comin' to my funeral fake cryin' and hidin' smiles? |
| You undercover haters and culture vultures are not allowed |
| This is for my fans from New York and out of town |
| If I go, let off the streetsweeper, a thousand rounds |
| If I die in the streets today |
| Tell my mother that I’m sorry the reaper came (I'm so sorry) |
| I haven’t reached all my goals |
| Father, please embrace my soul |
| Tryna survive (survive), so while I’m still alive: |
| Give me my flowers now |
| I’m doing well, I’m focused |
| As I remain a upper echelon |
| Developed vocalist who never sells the most |
| It’s cool, I’m chillin', I ain’t mad, I ain’t yellin' |
| All I’m tellin folk is: |
| If you truly fuck with me, don’t let it go unnoticed |
| As I recline in this loveseat, thinkin' back to the crack |
| I used to stash in sofas, feelin' that emotion |
| 'Cause I was trapped in that trap when the funny cat approaches |
| Then the magnum roastin' |
| Now I’m sittin' in these sessions in the studio |
| Writin' somebody’s magnum opus |
| See my face when the mag gets opened |
| I hit the club and the magnum opens |
| Make eye contact with, later on a gold Magnum opens |
| Don’t confuse us with braggadocious |
| I ain’t flexin', I’m just grateful I ain’t have a early casket closin' |
| Don’t give me roses when they put me in the ground |
| Scream «yow"or give a nigga his flowers while he’s still around |
| If I die in the streets today |
| Tell my mother that I’m sorry the reaper came (I'm so sorry) |
| I haven’t reached all my goals |
| Father, please embrace my soul |
| Tryna survive (survive), so while I’m still alive: |
| Give me my flowers now |
| Everyone’s favorite saying seems to be |
| «No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper» |
| But those weapons will form |
| And you better pray that they do not prosper |
| Stay woke |