Flowers
Don't save my flowers just for when I die
I'm way good
Don't save my flowers just for when I die
I'm way good
Same song
They sing it every time a nigga passes on
Dancing at the funeral
Faking business as usual
How can mans be so delusional?
Oh
I speak with decades full of wisdom
Search for jewels I got a fist of 'em
My rubys from the pharaohs
You copped that bondooloo from Instagram
I see division
Not that shit you need a loan for
Hit my line about some team shit
Where was you when I was done for?
I've been the one before, once before
Every time I step my foot up out that house I see a hundred wars
What's one more?
Holla for a higher tolerance for trauma
Since I've been underground
Some people got all distant on us
I settled all my differences
And karma deals with wickedness
No friends since 17
I figured eight of you was infinite
No longer in the loop
Nigga Google circles
Joe Scheme
In every quest I see the virtue
At first they try burst you
Then they try to be the first through
Then they need a verse from you
Then they wanna curse you
Flirted with death before
Been told Juan Pablo check them niggas at the door
Your presence ain't welcome anymore
To all my young fatherless kin
I send a sound wave and hope a vibration seep in
A synonym for short sighted is sinning to sin
I'm willing, to pay the cost to get niggas to win
I've been in--volved, with several hurt souls
Their hearts were never nourished
Cut down
I had to bring em up like civil service
And I spent birthdays
Wanting more from people in the worst way
I have relatives that don't know my first name
Cousins call me Joe, Mercedes son
The lazy one the lazy one
That's how they knew me then
So when I phase them out it phase me none
You ain't earned the right get a portion
Don't metamorphosize at funerals looking for Porsches
Like, you lost it
I make broken people feel important
My gift is showing people visions that they never noticed
Give 'em hope and shit
My nigga Ivan used tell me go hard and go far
When we meet again, I'll tell him what the boat cost
On God...
Where are we going?
What is the rush?
Where are we going?
What is the rush...
Where are we going?
What is the rush...
Where are we going...
What is the rush...
I'm way good
Don't save my flowers just for when I die
I'm way good
Same song
They sing it every time a nigga passes on
Dancing at the funeral
Faking business as usual
How can mans be so delusional?
Oh
I speak with decades full of wisdom
Search for jewels I got a fist of 'em
My rubys from the pharaohs
You copped that bondooloo from Instagram
I see division
Not that shit you need a loan for
Hit my line about some team shit
Where was you when I was done for?
I've been the one before, once before
Every time I step my foot up out that house I see a hundred wars
What's one more?
Holla for a higher tolerance for trauma
Since I've been underground
Some people got all distant on us
I settled all my differences
And karma deals with wickedness
No friends since 17
I figured eight of you was infinite
No longer in the loop
Nigga Google circles
Joe Scheme
In every quest I see the virtue
At first they try burst you
Then they try to be the first through
Then they need a verse from you
Then they wanna curse you
Flirted with death before
Been told Juan Pablo check them niggas at the door
Your presence ain't welcome anymore
To all my young fatherless kin
I send a sound wave and hope a vibration seep in
A synonym for short sighted is sinning to sin
I'm willing, to pay the cost to get niggas to win
I've been in--volved, with several hurt souls
Their hearts were never nourished
Cut down
I had to bring em up like civil service
And I spent birthdays
Wanting more from people in the worst way
I have relatives that don't know my first name
Cousins call me Joe, Mercedes son
The lazy one the lazy one
That's how they knew me then
So when I phase them out it phase me none
You ain't earned the right get a portion
Don't metamorphosize at funerals looking for Porsches
Like, you lost it
I make broken people feel important
My gift is showing people visions that they never noticed
Give 'em hope and shit
My nigga Ivan used tell me go hard and go far
When we meet again, I'll tell him what the boat cost
On God...
Where are we going?
What is the rush?
Where are we going?
What is the rush...
Where are we going?
What is the rush...
Where are we going...
What is the rush...
Credits
Writer(s): Mean Joe Scheme X Optiks
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