Roses

Just like a rose Everybody knows that you are so beautiful But I feel a thorn on my hide I should've known We can't repair what we broke But I held you close, too close I should've left your roses at the door They're sharper than before And I don't want them no more I should've left your roses at the door They're sharper than before And I don't need them no more I have no time to give you guidance Barely have any fuck time either Hefner minded like I think you're fine, but I seen the finest women that ever came out a beaver Mind reader, can tell she vegan or not when I meet her Or if she insecure, most are If she's mixed, a possible psycho alert goes off Not a judge, 'cause a judge don't wear no draws, yet he allows Everything to go to your spouse when you end your vows My tax bracket, not enough blacks have it Who should I date - Project chick or Cuban actress? A White chick, they might flip talking that Blackness Should only attract Black shit, I'm an ass magnet If you mad at that, you'll be mad forever Never played you, I prayed we would stay together Wished it'd last forever, know what I mean Heard you tear a rose from the roots, the rose screams Just like a rose Everybody knows that you are so beautiful But I feel a thorn on my hide I should've known We can't repair what we broke But I held you close, too close Them Xanax can't manage your maniac manic depressive expressions They some silent killers, that stress shit That put ulcers in a lot of niggas I'm blowing medical, it helps chill a violent temper I done went to hell and back, you always think you right You know when you wrong, and still you want to fight When people like my song, you want to kill 'em, right? You resent me every time I make a million, right? You want to experience life when you calling all the shots Ordering bottles for all your girls up in the spot Have your own cash, own your own Benz Your own house, everything, me I understand Thought you would bask in the glory as Queen Bee Put you on under Martin Scorsese: Mean Street The first movie he made, thought that was fly I thought you was flyer, you a fucking liar Just like a rose Everybody knows that you are so beautiful But I feel a thorn on my hide I should've known We can't repair what we broke But I held you close, too close I should've left your roses at the door They're sharper than before And I don't want them no more I should've left your roses at the door They're sharper than before And I don't need them no more, mhm