Flower of the Hour
F-F-F- Four-twenty
I'm ready, to get it, you bet it
Ford 'n' Bentley
White Yeti, smoke's steady 'n' some Henny
Four-twenty and I'm gone, can't even put my shoes on
Scores heavy, word is bond, take a hit and pass that shit on
Oh girl I think I'm dreaming, so hot that it's steaming
Smoke rising from your head
Without you I'm not sleeping, one kiss such a feeling
But you make my eyes go red
I'm so sorry if I'm needy
But I really, really, really, really need it
And I think you need me to stay alive
Or else you'll die
(Alright, Here we go)
Even though I just found myself kissing you
I have so much lust now like I'm left in solitude
Cause I just can't get enough
Of you smell so good every time I take a puff
You make me blush, such a rush, now hush baby
Four-twenty, I'm ready
It's the hour of the flower
Sticky icky, I roll in a paper, lick it 'n' light it up
I take a couple hits, keep it lit
We just kickin' it, feelin' it
Puffing on a spliff and now I'm high as fuck
Whaaat?
I'm so sorry if I'm needy
But I really, really, really, really need it
And I think you need me to stay alive
Or else you'll die
(Okey)
Let's see where my luck stands, I'm about to flip a coin
I'm a grown up man but people still see me as a boy
I put middle finger up after "fuck you!" like an exclamation point
If you were alive I know you wouldn't treat me like a toy
And you'd never judge even if you weren't just a joint
Such a super softy like Kid LAROI,
Coi Leray's corny little ass and those funny little braids
Make me fucking laugh as she starts to twerk on stage
And that's just how goofy your presence make me
You can call me Scooby cause you're the snack I'm tasting
And if I fall asleep the please just wake me, up!
I think that I'm lost
I'd do whatever it costs, to find you
(Where am I? Where am I?)
Every time I sleep
And every time I dream, I see you
(Where are you? Where are you? Tell me boo)
I'd do everything for ya, even quit the alcohol
Just to spend more time with ya, you bring me joy after all
I'd take you to new places, might even bring you to the prom
Write you a song, call you strong, take a hit from you with my bong
She's so fancy, huh? Yuh
Not to classy, nah? Nah
Such a baddie, bruh! Yuh
Smells like candy, such luck
Purple Mary, stuff stuff
Roll a fatty blunt, yuh
Smoke that chronic, puff puff
Makes you happy, nah?
Du-uh
Oh my God, Oh my God, I'm in love with your scent
I don't wanna give you up, cause we're not broken just bent
I'm so happy with ya but still I'm sad at the end
Cause even though I wanna keep you I still have to pass you around to my friends
Fuck!
Well, I guess that's it then
I'm still high as fuck though
Haha yeah, you did that to me
Yeah you, baby!
It's 420 and I love ya
I love ya Mary Jane
I love ya Mary Jane
Love ya Mary Jane
All sides of you
Indica, Sativa, Hybrid
I even smoke that hashish, you feel me!
That strong stuff, haha
And now I'm gone
Peace!
I'm ready, to get it, you bet it
Ford 'n' Bentley
White Yeti, smoke's steady 'n' some Henny
Four-twenty and I'm gone, can't even put my shoes on
Scores heavy, word is bond, take a hit and pass that shit on
Oh girl I think I'm dreaming, so hot that it's steaming
Smoke rising from your head
Without you I'm not sleeping, one kiss such a feeling
But you make my eyes go red
I'm so sorry if I'm needy
But I really, really, really, really need it
And I think you need me to stay alive
Or else you'll die
(Alright, Here we go)
Even though I just found myself kissing you
I have so much lust now like I'm left in solitude
Cause I just can't get enough
Of you smell so good every time I take a puff
You make me blush, such a rush, now hush baby
Four-twenty, I'm ready
It's the hour of the flower
Sticky icky, I roll in a paper, lick it 'n' light it up
I take a couple hits, keep it lit
We just kickin' it, feelin' it
Puffing on a spliff and now I'm high as fuck
Whaaat?
I'm so sorry if I'm needy
But I really, really, really, really need it
And I think you need me to stay alive
Or else you'll die
(Okey)
Let's see where my luck stands, I'm about to flip a coin
I'm a grown up man but people still see me as a boy
I put middle finger up after "fuck you!" like an exclamation point
If you were alive I know you wouldn't treat me like a toy
And you'd never judge even if you weren't just a joint
Such a super softy like Kid LAROI,
Coi Leray's corny little ass and those funny little braids
Make me fucking laugh as she starts to twerk on stage
And that's just how goofy your presence make me
You can call me Scooby cause you're the snack I'm tasting
And if I fall asleep the please just wake me, up!
I think that I'm lost
I'd do whatever it costs, to find you
(Where am I? Where am I?)
Every time I sleep
And every time I dream, I see you
(Where are you? Where are you? Tell me boo)
I'd do everything for ya, even quit the alcohol
Just to spend more time with ya, you bring me joy after all
I'd take you to new places, might even bring you to the prom
Write you a song, call you strong, take a hit from you with my bong
She's so fancy, huh? Yuh
Not to classy, nah? Nah
Such a baddie, bruh! Yuh
Smells like candy, such luck
Purple Mary, stuff stuff
Roll a fatty blunt, yuh
Smoke that chronic, puff puff
Makes you happy, nah?
Du-uh
Oh my God, Oh my God, I'm in love with your scent
I don't wanna give you up, cause we're not broken just bent
I'm so happy with ya but still I'm sad at the end
Cause even though I wanna keep you I still have to pass you around to my friends
Fuck!
Well, I guess that's it then
I'm still high as fuck though
Haha yeah, you did that to me
Yeah you, baby!
It's 420 and I love ya
I love ya Mary Jane
I love ya Mary Jane
Love ya Mary Jane
All sides of you
Indica, Sativa, Hybrid
I even smoke that hashish, you feel me!
That strong stuff, haha
And now I'm gone
Peace!
Credits
Writer(s): Otis Löwenhielm
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