Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roses, artist - Nas. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roses |
| Just like a rose |
| Everybody knows that you are so beautiful |
| But I feel a thorn in my hide |
| I should’ve known, we can’t repair what we broke |
| But I held you close |
| Too close |
| I should’ve left your roses at the door |
| They’re sharper than before |
| And I don’t want them no more |
| I should’ve left your roses at the door |
| They’re sharper than before |
| And I don’t need them no more |
| I have no time to give you guidance |
| Barely have any fuck 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 draws, 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 talking that blackness |
| Should only attract black shit, I’m an ass 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 in 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 shit |
| That put ulcers in a lot of niggas |
| I’m blowing 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 want to fight |
| When people like my song, you want to kill 'em right? |
| You resent me every time I make a million right? |
| You want to experience life when you calling all the shots |
| Ordering 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 on under Martin Scorsese: Mean Street |
| The first movie he made, thought that was fly |
| I thought you was flyer, you a fuckin' liar |
| Just like a rose |
| Everybody knows that you are so beautiful |
| But I feel a thorn in my hide |
| I should’ve known, we can’t repair what we broke |
| But I held you close |
| Too close |
| I should’ve left your roses at the door |
| They’re sharper than before |
| And I don’t want them no more |
| I should’ve left your roses at the door |
| They’re sharper than before |
| And I don’t need them no more |