Flowers On The Weekend

I don't ever wanna do what you do
 Got a bunch of gluten in your doodoo
 I be in the shed making heat, heat
 You be YouTube 480P (can't see)
 All your bullshit I'm beyond that
 On the back porch adirondack
 Bet you didn't know that my mom rap
 Hit me with a text "You the bomb, Ash"
 I'm like...
 My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
 Making sure I can still smell them
 My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
 Making sure I can still smell them
 Gimme that
 I'm framing photos from Mexico sitting in my living room
 Be looking pretty from the interior decorating
 My lady be slaying, I ain't playing
 I'm playing like only Mozart on vinyl when I wake up
 No pay cuts, only getting raises and bonuses
 Palladiums, roses and only that potent shit
 I'm growing and going in
 My flow is some stoic-ness
 A poet that coexists with the holiest
 Coincidences, gritters will finish
 Make sure I finish my sentences
 Dementia is no friend of the penmanship
 I thank all my friends, ain't never forgetting my friendliness
 No reason to censor it
 I love the smell in September, it's kinda like...
 My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
 Making sure I can still smell them
 My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
 Making sure I can still smell them
 Gimme that
 My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
 Making sure I can still smell them
 My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
 Making sure I can still smell them
 Gimme that