| Good morning, baby
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| I thank God I’m alive to greet you with the sun
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| She is but a flower, and I love her cause she--
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| And we both agree this rap shit is all me
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| But the seed of this beautiful world is ours
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| My black mind, dream big and follow through even bigger
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| 15 years of slavery for you lady
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| I put in work to be your nigga
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| May the sun kiss you, unconditional
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| I pray each and every lyric get to you
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| On this third rendition
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| For you and your ambition both, bloom
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| Baby, let your hair down, let it loose
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| There’s no need to be scared now, cause I’m with you
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| And there’s no judgement here, love, you are free
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| To be as wild and crazy as you wanna be
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| So baby let me see you bloom for me
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| To whom it may concern
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| Let me thank your mom for the beauty you inherited
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| Let me call her up and be like, «Excuse me Mrs. Um…
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| You don’t know me, but…
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| Thank you for your flower, but I’m tryna be your sun»
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| Now wait, wait, I know what you’re 'bout to say
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| Male entertainers entertain everything
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| But that ain’t the case, let me put it this way:
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| If I’m tryna see you bloom, why would I do it with shade?
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| Don’t play, uh, nah I won’t stay long
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| The pollution that you use to I illuminate such
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| Beautiful the evolution of your bud
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| Remove your make-up I need that human nature
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| Look, me and you just ain’t enough
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| We fruitful as youth let’s accumulate some
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| Tell me 'bout your roots, and how you’ve came up
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| I call you my flower, cause you’re my boo
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| K? |
| Good!
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| (Be my flower, I’ll be your sun)
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| Let me see you bloom for me
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| Just let me hold you in a dark place
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| And when it’s cold let me warm thee
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| I know we both come from hard times
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| Cause I’m aroused you a rose of the concrete
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| Thorns on fleek
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| Study and I go on three, I can hit quick or chill and give you energy
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| Fresh out of college and they sweat you, now you got degrees
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| Busy to follow me i’m tryna pollinate so won’t you holla when it’s gotta be
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| Honey, sweet thing, let’s get into it, we can do whatever
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| Be it intellect or intimate, levitate your habitat, just know who you dealin'
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| with
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| This sort of photosynthesis don’t show up with the filter in ya
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| Love, me and you just ain’t enough, we fruitful as youth let’s accumulate some
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| Tell me 'bout your roots, and how you’ve came up
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| I call you my flower, cause you my boo, k? |
| good!
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| You don’t have to worry about comfort, I’m the safest place that you wanna be
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| No longer do you have to wonder, just open up and spread your wings
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| Eh oh baby, won’t you (bloom bloom)
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| Eh baby, won’t you (bloom, bloom, bloom, bloom)
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| Eh baby, won’t you (bloom bloom)
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| Eh baby, won’t you (bloom bloom)
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| Eh baby, won’t you (bloom bloom) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Bloom (AG3) , by - Wale. Song from the album The Album About Nothing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп