Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bodega Flowers, artist - Skyzoo.
Date of issue: 09.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bodega Flowers |
I want flowers but I don’t wanna tell you I want flowers |
'Cause then you just gonn' get me flowers 'cause I want flowers |
But I want you to get me flowers 'cause you wanna get me flowers |
I shouldn’t have to tell you how much I want flowers |
Salute to the petals, give them an echo |
Round of applause you loop it, don’t ever let go |
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 geletto, 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 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 |
Hook (BJ The Chicago Kid): |
Don’t wait |
Don’t wait 'till they’re at the gates |
To tell them you appreciate |
I think you should tell em |
Don’t wait |
Give them their roses while they came smell them |
While they’re 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, outta respect |
I’m 6'1, 215, obvious threat |
So a bouquet, is always appreciated |
But will 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’s 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, for real |
Hook (BJ The Chicago Kid): |
Don’t wait |
Don’t wait 'till they’re at the gates |
To tell them you appreciate |
I think you should tell em |
Don’t wait |
Give them their roses while they came smell them |
While they’re alive you should tell em |
Outro: |
I want flowers but I don’t wanna tell you I want flowers |
'Cause then you just gonn' get me flowers 'cause I want flowers |
But I want you to get me flowers 'cause you wanna get me flowers |
I shouldn’t have to tell you how much I want flowers |