| Why is it hard to lie
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| But easy for me to bite?
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| I don’t want nobody to save me
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| I got me, I got me
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| I am too young to die
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| I’m feeling too old to cry
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| I don’t think that you can save me
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| I got me, I got me (These are my flowers, these are my flowers)
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| These are my flowers, these are my flowers
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| These are my flowers, these are my flowers
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| My petals fly, they can fly, they can fly
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| But they can fall if I don’t take my time
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| These are my flowers (Yeah), these are my flowers (Yeah)
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| These are my flowers (Yeah), these are my flowers (Yeah)
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| My petals fly, they can fly, they can fly (Fly)
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| But they can fall if I don’t take my time (Yeah)
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| Flying low, pretty, pretty, pretty bird (Yeah)
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| Tryin' to get how the city work
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| But it ain’t easy for pretty bird (Nah)
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| Ayy, hold it in, say it (Say it)
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| Only when something is really worth it (Really, though)
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| I get my rhythm, but I lose sight, long
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| Term I know building the vision right, strong
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| I seen it work, not being rehearsed (Yeah)
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| But I got things to deal with first
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| I have some days when I be feelin' low
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| I gotta look within and be persistent, yeah
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| Sometimes they’re askin' me what this is for
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| I gotta ask 'em 'bout what they believe in
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| 'Cause these are my flowers, these are my flowers
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| These are my flowers, these are my flowers
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| My petals fly, they can fly, they can fly
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| But they can fall if I don’t take my time
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| These are my flowers (Yeah), these are my flowers (Yeah)
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| These are my flowers (Yeah), these are my flowers (Yeah)
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| My petals fly, they can fly, they can fly (Fly)
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| But they can fall if I don’t take my time (Yeah)
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| Miss independent, miss automatic ('Matic)
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| Tkay been on it, not problematic (Never)
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| Gear in the fifth and they all been static (Static)
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| Another opinion, painting the ceiling (Yeah)
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| Another internal battle I’m killin', dealing with
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| Feelin' sick at the world from the talk
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| From the flick of your wrist
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| Under-the-radar opportunists
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| I go stealth-mode, throw my cell phone, sharper elbows
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| Now they smell smoke, feel that neck choke
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| These are my flowers I harvest up to the world
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| Some of my flowers grow, some of my flowers fold
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| Vest with the bullet hole
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| Inside the shell, you probably destined to find a pearl
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| There she goes
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| Flower child so underestimated (Yeah)
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| So I’m not complacent (Yeah)
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| My family sacrificed, so all I got ain’t going wasted
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| I’ll try my best and hope that I can make it
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| To plant the seeds so I can do what has been done for me 'cause
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| These are my flowers, these are my flowers
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| These are my flowers, these are my flowers
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| My petals fly, they can fly, they can fly
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| But they can fall if I don’t take my time
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| These are my flowers (Yeah), these are my flowers (Yeah)
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| These are my flowers (Yeah), these are my flowers (Yeah)
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| My petals fly, they can fly, they can fly (Fly)
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| But they can fall if I don’t take my time (Yeah)
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| (These are my flowers)
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| Rightly overfilled with
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| Sunflowers and daisies
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| These are mine, mine, mine
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| (These are my flowers)
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| Rightly overfilled with
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| Sunflowers and daisies
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| These are mine, mine, mine |