Bodega Flowers

[Intro: Aaria & Skyzoo] I want flowers, but I don't wanna tell you I want flowers 'Cause then you just gon' get me flowers 'cause I want flowers But I want you to gimme flowers 'cause you wanna gimme flowers I shouldn't have to tell you how much I want flowers (Yo) [Verse 1: Skyzoo] Salute to the petals, give 'em an echo Round of applause, you loop it, don't ever let go, nah Handing bodega flowers out through the ghetto The slab where the rose come from the color of metal Medals being rewarded or metal for being dormant Tryna get a handle on what you built like Geppetto Sweet as geleto, gelato, pronunciation errors full throttle Like blue lives tomorrow the same as they did the day before The only thing we got in common's not to play along Like you'll get what you're came here for Black attire in response to red roses My attire matching the strap that they left smoking So if we should get involved, then maybe we should do the same One fist in the air, the other moving who remains Flowers for the thought of it Another set for the section that's in support of it My man straight out the gutter and he's an alderman Boxed every corner in Eric Garner tees through his City Hall offices Shout out Khalif Rainey Flowers for whoever deserve 'em before they take me Love is love, greatly, but back to the shit that made me If seeing is believing, then that could be what betrayed me Shit I saw too much, or it could be the shit that saved me So whether or not anybody reciprocate me Flowers is never maybes, not at all [Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid & Skyzoo] Don't wait Don't wait around, it's better you say it now, for real Don't wait 'til they're at the gates to tell them you appreciate No-no, no-no (You appreciated, fuck the waitin', right?) I think you should tell 'em, don't wait Don't wait around, it's better you say it now, it's better you say it now Give 'em they roses while they can smell 'em While they alive, you should tell 'em [Verse 2: Skyzoo] Bodega flowers, buy you a set, buy you what's left Catch 'em all 'til it's credit galore, kindly in debt Said it can't be that hard out of respect I'm 6'1", 215, obvious threat So a bouquet is always appreciated But'll never be asked for, just bet I react off What's left on this crash course, the motive you blast for Everything front and center, I don't ever reach back for Made sure my peoples lit up the front like the dashboard Ain't a flower missing, ain't a reason to snatch yours, at all Still and all, we clipping all, down 'til the ceiling fall Respect died, heads high, kill them with the nah Flowers for who 'bout it, ain't no twitching in their palms Reasoning surrounds it, intuition get involved Then your face mask sneak off, race draft recall Give us Larry David and y'all can take back Shameik Moore Or maybe I'll just school him some, get to retooling, son Word to Miles Morales ignoring his father badges In the middle of November how I'm bumping summer madness Next to these Fort Greene high rises that's so attractive More or less, more or less, there you have it Less is never more, but it be more than we'd imagine Ceiling on the floor, truly yours, automatic And every flower out the corner store wrapped in plastic, believe that [Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid & Skyzoo] Don't wait Don't wait around, it's better you say it now, for real Don't wait 'til they're at the gates to tell them you appreciate No-no, no-no (You appreciated, fuck the waitin', right?) I think you should tell 'em, don't wait Don't wait around, it's better you say it now, it's better you say it now Give 'em they roses while they can smell 'em While they alive, you should tell 'em [Outro: Skyzoo] I want flowers, but I don't wanna tell you I want flowers 'Cause then you just gon' get me flowers 'cause I want flowers But I want you to gimme flowers 'cause you wanna gimme flowers I shouldn't have to tell you how much I want flowers (For real) Give my motherfuckin' flowers All of us, the whole neighborhood Not just for me, but the neighborhood, all of us Ain't a flower missing, ain't a reason to snatch yours Ain't a flower missing, ain't a reason to snatch yours at all, right? Ain't a flower missing, ain't a reason to snatch yours, at all [Interlude] I thought you might like these Guess not There is nothing like the smell of fresh flowers Don't you agree, mother-sister? Summertime, all you can smell is the garbage Smell overpowers everything Especially the soft, sweet smell of flowers If you don't mind, I'm gon' sit right here Catch myself a breeze or two and then I'll be on my way