Flower State
I smoke a pound of hash in an instant
Imma die one day from all these cigarettes
And I don't really give a fuck I never regret
I put an hour glass upside down to reset
I put some Bills on Hillary's chest
They wanna big up my chest
I put a million to rest, c'mon pick it up
Imma flick it as quick as I get it
Hit it from every direction
Baby, you feeling the pressure I'm only feeling depression
Hold up don't fuck up the present
Pass to me, I put her right on her knees, I'm a filthy disease
If you ask the pastor, I bet his ass hurts
I know I'm a master, I know I'm a bastard
Cus' my momma didn't wanna marry, can't blame her
Oh well, so sorry
Love's drained me, try to tame me
Fuck you
Tryna hurt my feelings even though I made you lucky
Girl you just be lucky that I even let you touch me
Let alone cuff me, let alone fuck me
It'll all be good I'm meditating goofy
I just turned my life into a motherfucking movie
Levitating off a couple blessings that he sent me
Got some, got some, got some
Got some drinks in me I'm lit
No, no one's home, we can kick shit
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
They must not have known
This bitch don't understand no
She keeps on hitting my phone
But I can applaud a good effort
She said that she's 'bout obsessive
I just jumped on a beat section
So you know I do not stress it
If he's talking shit imma stomp him
It's not my fault that she wants it
If you don't get it you're flawed then
I just focus on my money
Tell that boy to shut up
Bitch
Imma die one day from all these cigarettes
And I don't really give a fuck I never regret
I put an hour glass upside down to reset
I put some Bills on Hillary's chest
They wanna big up my chest
I put a million to rest, c'mon pick it up
Imma flick it as quick as I get it
Hit it from every direction
Baby, you feeling the pressure I'm only feeling depression
Hold up don't fuck up the present
Pass to me, I put her right on her knees, I'm a filthy disease
If you ask the pastor, I bet his ass hurts
I know I'm a master, I know I'm a bastard
Cus' my momma didn't wanna marry, can't blame her
Oh well, so sorry
Love's drained me, try to tame me
Fuck you
Tryna hurt my feelings even though I made you lucky
Girl you just be lucky that I even let you touch me
Let alone cuff me, let alone fuck me
It'll all be good I'm meditating goofy
I just turned my life into a motherfucking movie
Levitating off a couple blessings that he sent me
Got some, got some, got some
Got some drinks in me I'm lit
No, no one's home, we can kick shit
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
They must not have known
This bitch don't understand no
She keeps on hitting my phone
But I can applaud a good effort
She said that she's 'bout obsessive
I just jumped on a beat section
So you know I do not stress it
If he's talking shit imma stomp him
It's not my fault that she wants it
If you don't get it you're flawed then
I just focus on my money
Tell that boy to shut up
Bitch
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Writer(s): Zain Walker
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