Flowers
I'm for what you got time for
Make up your mind boy
That ain't my style yeah
Si vou plait
Don't need bouquets
Just shut that down right now yeah
I need to take
I need some space
I need a break
You need a break
We off the chain This
Can't be love This
Can't be war and rain drops
That turn into tears falling
As far as I know don't what the hold up is we just cannot
Hold up
You words don't mean a thing
You messed up everything, you can't fix with roses
Fuck flowers, fuck flowers, what flowers?
They're pretty and all but I'm scared by the thorns on those flowers
Fuck flowers
What flowers?
I loved you then
I love you not
This got to stop right now yeah
You needa break
I cannot fake
Woke I'm awake
Over the pain
Things gotta change
This can't be love This
Can't be war and rain drops
That turn into tears falling
As far as I know don't what the hold up is we just cannot
Hold up
You words don't mean a thing
You messed up everything, you can't fix with roses
Fuck flowers, fuck flowers, what flowers?
They're pretty and all but I'm scared by the thorns on those flowers
Fuck flowers
What flowers?
Fuck flowers, fuck flowers, what flowers?
They're pretty and all but I'm scared by the thorns on those flowers
Fuck flowers
What flowers?
Make up your mind boy
That ain't my style yeah
Si vou plait
Don't need bouquets
Just shut that down right now yeah
I need to take
I need some space
I need a break
You need a break
We off the chain This
Can't be love This
Can't be war and rain drops
That turn into tears falling
As far as I know don't what the hold up is we just cannot
Hold up
You words don't mean a thing
You messed up everything, you can't fix with roses
Fuck flowers, fuck flowers, what flowers?
They're pretty and all but I'm scared by the thorns on those flowers
Fuck flowers
What flowers?
I loved you then
I love you not
This got to stop right now yeah
You needa break
I cannot fake
Woke I'm awake
Over the pain
Things gotta change
This can't be love This
Can't be war and rain drops
That turn into tears falling
As far as I know don't what the hold up is we just cannot
Hold up
You words don't mean a thing
You messed up everything, you can't fix with roses
Fuck flowers, fuck flowers, what flowers?
They're pretty and all but I'm scared by the thorns on those flowers
Fuck flowers
What flowers?
Fuck flowers, fuck flowers, what flowers?
They're pretty and all but I'm scared by the thorns on those flowers
Fuck flowers
What flowers?
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Wesley Hotchkiss, Jason Michael Robinson, Gary Spriggs, Michael Cordone, Isabella Blue Snook
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