Letra Flowers de Mayday!

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Minute to midnight 00:57

2020

Flowers

I just want my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
Just give me my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
While I'm still here

Maybe it's crazy and maybe it's unrealistic
To think that you'd remember me after I hit the exits
I'm swimming in hidden messages, obvious to my exes
And obvious to the ones tuned in to the connection
I'm holding on to the thought of just living on
Wh?n I'm holding on to my moms and my pops like I'm extra strong
Thes? two feet been on the press, it been longer than I can specify
Living life on an exodus, never find me to testify
Gotta exercise caution when I'm talking
'Cause I lose my place often and I lost all of my watches
Feeling like my mind been moshing
When I sleep I turn and tossing
Haunted by the very prospect of getting lost in the process
So when you play it, play it loud for all to hear
And play it loud enough to wake up all the ghosts floating in here
I'm tired of fighting for my love, I just want something that's real
But maybe this is all I get until I jet

I just want my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
Just give me my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here (Yeah)
While I'm still here-

-Now can you see me?
For all now that I freely
Bring out to every scheme
We been posted up like a retweet
I'm killing every piece I'm putting upon my sheet like really?
All this fucking heat I've dropped and you're still asking me for freebies?
Please be gone with the static, you're only here for the art like-
Critics who sit to judge but never budge to play the part right
I'm walking 'round this coliseum hoping I can talk to legions
Couldn't sell enough tickets, it's now become a mausoleum
Don't cry for me, it's still a fact I'm out here bouncing bread
Although that's never the thing that's getting me out of bed
I want the accolades
I want the trophies too
You keep the track for fame
I'm good with known by few
I'm good with underrated
I'm good with overdue
To good to blow up, ain't he?
Not good enough to queue
Well that's all good, I'll just keep planting seeds to tell 'em
That "One day you're gon' pick up these flowers
I just need to sell 'em"

I just want my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
Just give me my flowers while I can still smell 'em
I just want my flowers while I'm still here
While I'm still here

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Maybe it's crazy and maybe it's unrealistic
To think that you'd remember me after I hit the exits
I'm swimming in hidden messages, obvious to my exes
And obvious to the ones tuned in to the connection
I'm holding on to the thought of just living on
Wh?n I'm holding on to my moms and my pops like I'm extra strong
Thes? two feet been on the press, it been longer than I can specify
Living life on an exodus, never find me to testify
Gotta exercise caution when I'm talking
'Cause I lose my place often and I lost all of my watches
Feeling like my mind been moshing
When I sleep I turn and tossing
Haunted by the very prospect of getting lost in the process
So when you play it, play it loud for all to hear
And play it loud enough to wake up all the ghosts floating in here
I'm tired of fighting for my love, I just want something that's real
But maybe this is all I get until I jet

-Now can you see me?
For all now that I freely
Bring out to every scheme
We been posted up like a retweet
I'm killing every piece I'm putting upon my sheet like really?
All this fucking heat I've dropped and you're still asking me for freebies?
Please be gone with the static, you're only here for the art like-
Critics who sit to judge but never budge to play the part right
I'm walking 'round this coliseum hoping I can talk to legions
Couldn't sell enough tickets, it's now become a mausoleum
Don't cry for me, it's still a fact I'm out here bouncing bread
Although that's never the thing that's getting me out of bed
I want the accolades
I want the trophies too
You keep the track for fame
I'm good with known by few
I'm good with underrated
I'm good with overdue
To good to blow up, ain't he?
Not good enough to queue
Well that's all good, I'll just keep planting seeds to tell 'em
That "One day you're gon' pick up these flowers
I just need to sell 'em"