STANK ROSE
My mom grounded me the other day
Went through my journal where I annotate
Stole my privacy I feel betrayed
It's just another dream, mom, for goodness sake
Me and her was sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Okay, then I nearly lost my identity
Waking up from a wet dream
But she don't even know my name (She knows, she knows)
She probably think her shit don't stank
I bought these roses the other day, yeah, yeah
But she said my, my roses stank
(Badmon)
Look, dear diary, her eyes so fiery
The way she looking at me I can tell she admires me
I just wish we could have a chance to talk privately
If Cupid gave me one shot, I'd have her heart entirely, but
I know she probably out of my league and got a man who treat her properly who got down on his knees
Question is, can that nigga fulfill all of her needs?
'Cause if he can't, then there's a chance she can find something in me
It gotta be something missing, like maybe he's a bad listener
Or maybe his lack of expression he showin' pissin' her
Or maybe he don't tell her enough how much he missin' her
Maybe she bored of missionary, he won't change the position up
Whatever it is, imma figure it out
It's like she living in my mind, and I can't get her out
Gotta find a way to make her mine
Until then, stay tuned to the next time
'Cause right now
She don't even know my name
She probably think her shit don't stank
I bought these roses the other day
But she said my, my roses stank
I was hoping, baby, skip past all these daisies
I bought these flowers, baby, but she said my roses stank
I was hoping, baby, skip past all these daisies
I bought these flowers, baby, but she said my roses stank
I was hoping, baby, skip past all these daisies
I bought these flowers, baby, but she said my roses stank
I was hoping, baby, skip past all these daisies
I bought these flowers, baby, but she said my roses stank
My roses stank
Mama told me, baby
Skip past these daisies
Bought you these flowers, baby
Went through my journal where I annotate
Stole my privacy I feel betrayed
It's just another dream, mom, for goodness sake
Me and her was sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Okay, then I nearly lost my identity
Waking up from a wet dream
But she don't even know my name (She knows, she knows)
She probably think her shit don't stank
I bought these roses the other day, yeah, yeah
But she said my, my roses stank
(Badmon)
Look, dear diary, her eyes so fiery
The way she looking at me I can tell she admires me
I just wish we could have a chance to talk privately
If Cupid gave me one shot, I'd have her heart entirely, but
I know she probably out of my league and got a man who treat her properly who got down on his knees
Question is, can that nigga fulfill all of her needs?
'Cause if he can't, then there's a chance she can find something in me
It gotta be something missing, like maybe he's a bad listener
Or maybe his lack of expression he showin' pissin' her
Or maybe he don't tell her enough how much he missin' her
Maybe she bored of missionary, he won't change the position up
Whatever it is, imma figure it out
It's like she living in my mind, and I can't get her out
Gotta find a way to make her mine
Until then, stay tuned to the next time
'Cause right now
She don't even know my name
She probably think her shit don't stank
I bought these roses the other day
But she said my, my roses stank
I was hoping, baby, skip past all these daisies
I bought these flowers, baby, but she said my roses stank
I was hoping, baby, skip past all these daisies
I bought these flowers, baby, but she said my roses stank
I was hoping, baby, skip past all these daisies
I bought these flowers, baby, but she said my roses stank
I was hoping, baby, skip past all these daisies
I bought these flowers, baby, but she said my roses stank
My roses stank
Mama told me, baby
Skip past these daisies
Bought you these flowers, baby
Credits
Writer(s): Jo-vaughn Virginie Scott, Alejandro Rios, Jordan Elcock, Juwan Elcock, Laramie Pouncy
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