Flowers on the Weekend

[Verse 1]
I don't ever wanna do what you do
Got a bunch of gluten in your doodoo
I be in the shed makin' heat, heat
You be YouTube 480P (Can't see)
All your bullshit, I'm beyond that
On the back porch adirondack (Maybach)
Bet you didn't know that my mom rap?
Hit me with a text "You the bomb, Ash"
I'm like

[Chorus]
My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
Makin' sure I can still smell them
Gimme that

[Verse 2]
I'm framing photos from Mexico City, my livin' room
Be lookin' pretty from the interior decoratin'
My lady be slayin', I ain't playin'
I'm playin' like only Mozart on vinyl when I wake up
No pay cuts, only gettin' raises and bonuses
Caladiums, roses and, only that potent shit
I'm growin' and goin' in
My flow is some stoicness
A poet that coexists with the coleus, no coinci-ince
Coincidences
Good riddance will finish
Make sure I finish my sentences
Dementia is no friend of the penmanship
I thank all my friends, ain't never forgettin' my friendliness
No reason to censor it
I love the smell in September, it's kinda like...

[Chorus]
My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
Makin' sure I can still smell them
My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
Makin' sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
Makin' sure I can still smell them
My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
Makin' sure I can still smell them
Gimme that