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