Lyrics Les Fleurs - Ivy Sole

Do you want your flowers now?
Or should I wait until the morning
Takes your breath away?
Baby, don't you know by now
We might not make it
We might not make it
Do you want your flowers now?
Or should I wait until the morning
Takes your breath away?
Baby, don't you know by now
We might not make it
We might not make it
Do you want your flowers now?
Or should I wait until the morning
Takes your breath away?
Baby, don't you know by now
We might not make it
We might not make it
Someone told me work is worship
So perhaps I'm a believer
Perhaps my greatest love is god
'Cause purpose helps me breathe here
I've watched my peers turn their intentions to now
Turn their pining to present, turn their lost into found
We're the gifted and proud
But there's no school for music, shit
And you would think by now I would be used to it
But, here I am, still doubting my worth
Still faithless and crawling, still patient and clawing
It be your own trauma
It be your own mama
It be the one that say they want you
But then don't call you
It be your work ethic
It be your own depression
It be your insecurities and every life lesson
I just hope you get the flowers you deserve
I hope you tend your garden and I hope you love the work
I wish you well in healing, I pray you find your truth
I pray you find yourself and in yourself, you find your youth