Nitty Scott, MC - Flower Child Lyrics
[Nitty Scott, MC]Pardon my bohemian ways, I know I act like I be stuck in a bohemian dazeYou said you love me, so don’t rush meLove is patient and now you gotta trust meTo take form, like the canvas of the Grand CanyonProduct of a beautiful storm or an unbornCarried just below the heart, quietly preparing for a startLet me Michelangelo my Sistine ChapelYou know they say Rome wasn’t built in a dayAnd diamonds need a while ‘fore they hit the displaySo I guess I see myself in a similar wayI’m paste like my mamma in the kitchen whippin’Always mixing up and fixingBegged her for a taste and she said it wasn’t readyShe stir it up slow and she cook it up steadyThis is not a race track, living in the ASAPI’m just tryna do it justice when it play backSometimes I gotta stall the BPM so I can weave these dreams and polish up these jemsIn the end, I got love for the showbizBut sometimes you gotta stop and smell the rosesKeeping up with the Kardashians and Jones’ nahI take my time and compose this[Kendrick Lamar - Hook]They say greatness gets better with timeThey say concrete roses hard to findSit inside my room and let these thoughts bloomIt’s a secret garden in my mindFlower child[Nitty Scott, MC]Okay, buffering, creativity sufferingWhen you bustlin’, hustlin for the numbers inYou miss the journey if you climb too fastThe beauty of the struggle when it comes to passAmateurs I swear they need to balance itI want that legendary like ExcaliburChasing calipers, liberated as a bachelor, travellerNever fallen victim to these calendersUh, rough draft after rough draftNo staff, perfecting all my abstract craftAnd now they calling me celebrityOnly thing I give a damn about is my integrityThey play the game like checkers when I’m talking ’bout chessTryna do more when they talkin ’bout less, I stressQuantity aint always qualitySo let me formulate my prophecy[Kendrick Lamar]When the lights get low, you notice I am the sunThe winter time was snowball, only little you knowI still breath, give me the cheeseI’m resuscitating the game, see me and cprMy name is a gun *****ed gunshot, dead and I won’t stopGun *****ed, gun shot, head in a palm boxWith a dozen roses, hole-less with a giftcardGun *****ed, gun shot, flowers ?[Kendrick Lamar - Hook]They say greatness gets better with timeThey say concrete roses hard to findSit inside my room and let these thoughts bloomIt’s a secret garden in my mindFlower child[Nitty Scott, MC]They say greatness gets better with timeSo why expedite my primeSee I’m just a life lag tied to the earthExuding the fragrance of light and birthSo respect my photosynthesisMy petals, my stems full of nourishing flowYou thought this was a love song but noI just need you to let me grow
