Flowers
Guess the flowers I bought you don't mean shit to you no more
Guess the love letters I wrote don't mean shit to you anymore
I guess us flirting on the deck don't mean shit to you anymore
But call me Kanye cus I'll runaway and crash on the interstate
Imma did what you did baby and I'm gonna runaway (let's have a toast for the douche bags)
But now your energy switched up and you treat me like I'm insane (let's have a toast for the assholes)
I shouldn't have given you a second chance cus you are so fake (let's have a toast for the scum bags)
Now I got a back full of knives, all you did was lie (lied to me love lied to my face)
Get the fuck up out my life bitch you never treated me right
I understand the trauma you go through I deal with it too
But that don't me I can be used and thrown away like a tissue
Fuck the flowers I bought you
Fuck everything I did for you
Fuck all this shit now we are through
I'm fucking tired of being used
Cause all I did was work, and it's not working love
Cutting you off and it hurts me so much love
But I'll cut ties and work on myself though
Your energy insane I'll keep it on the down low
You said you wanted me but now I'm having an overload
Two weeks ago you loved me now you can't keep your legs closed
You were sending me mixed signals
Now I'm learning bout all this new info
Couldn't keep us on the down low
Had to tell everybody, could've been somebody
Caesar got nothing on me I got all the knives in my back
I admit heartbreak had me so down bad
But I love me so why should I be sad?
Imma burn the flowers I bought you, Imma burn everything
On god I swear this bitch be driving my ass insane
She got me tempted to blow my god damn brain
And Imma be gone but not forgotten like Kurt Cobain
But I guess this what I get for being a rockstar
I swear having mixed personalities can be so hard
My ego telling me I'm gonna make it far
But my self conscious telling me I'm gonna fall hard
Now all you pussys pointing out all my damn flaws
My fault my paranoia gonna be the death of me
Been smoking so much now I can't fucking breathe
Told that bitch I'm through because she is such a fucking tease
There's no hope for you girl you will always be on your knees
And since no one love me, I'm gonna love me
Bitch you was fake and you didn't even love me
I got homies that will always inspire me
Fuck the flowers I bought you, I'm no longer being used
And I for real mean it this time when I say that we are through
And I'll always love myself way more than I loved you
This shit wasn't working love so this time we're through
Guess the love letters I wrote don't mean shit to you anymore
I guess us flirting on the deck don't mean shit to you anymore
But call me Kanye cus I'll runaway and crash on the interstate
Imma did what you did baby and I'm gonna runaway (let's have a toast for the douche bags)
But now your energy switched up and you treat me like I'm insane (let's have a toast for the assholes)
I shouldn't have given you a second chance cus you are so fake (let's have a toast for the scum bags)
Now I got a back full of knives, all you did was lie (lied to me love lied to my face)
Get the fuck up out my life bitch you never treated me right
I understand the trauma you go through I deal with it too
But that don't me I can be used and thrown away like a tissue
Fuck the flowers I bought you
Fuck everything I did for you
Fuck all this shit now we are through
I'm fucking tired of being used
Cause all I did was work, and it's not working love
Cutting you off and it hurts me so much love
But I'll cut ties and work on myself though
Your energy insane I'll keep it on the down low
You said you wanted me but now I'm having an overload
Two weeks ago you loved me now you can't keep your legs closed
You were sending me mixed signals
Now I'm learning bout all this new info
Couldn't keep us on the down low
Had to tell everybody, could've been somebody
Caesar got nothing on me I got all the knives in my back
I admit heartbreak had me so down bad
But I love me so why should I be sad?
Imma burn the flowers I bought you, Imma burn everything
On god I swear this bitch be driving my ass insane
She got me tempted to blow my god damn brain
And Imma be gone but not forgotten like Kurt Cobain
But I guess this what I get for being a rockstar
I swear having mixed personalities can be so hard
My ego telling me I'm gonna make it far
But my self conscious telling me I'm gonna fall hard
Now all you pussys pointing out all my damn flaws
My fault my paranoia gonna be the death of me
Been smoking so much now I can't fucking breathe
Told that bitch I'm through because she is such a fucking tease
There's no hope for you girl you will always be on your knees
And since no one love me, I'm gonna love me
Bitch you was fake and you didn't even love me
I got homies that will always inspire me
Fuck the flowers I bought you, I'm no longer being used
And I for real mean it this time when I say that we are through
And I'll always love myself way more than I loved you
This shit wasn't working love so this time we're through
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Writer(s): Robert Blowers
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