Текст песни Flowers - Wookiefoot

Well I already got to much sh&t i should just be counting my blessing
I'm messing with matches burnt another lesson got learned
So if you tired and your pages just keep turning
You should be paying attention to what this message is concerning
Discerning the difference between the unforeseen obscene and a yearning that's clean
So be careful what you need because the greed will rob you of your power and don't pick the flowers
I beg you please don't pick the flowers
You know it's only just a matter of time
I'm begging you please don't pick the flowers
She's only gonna wilt and die oh my
Back up off me and smell the coffee
Cause your the type of style yo babe you lost me
All i try to do is live my life and live it well
A Capricorn with the smooth clientele
And all i try to do is just love ya baby
But your type of style just drives me crazy
The man of the hour the man with the power
And if you don't mind don't pick my flower
I'm asking you please don't pick the flowers
Hey why you always running around domesticating my chickens anyway
I see you lock your church at night
That fear that your burned may take flight
Oh the safety that the cage must bring
Your better off just clipping its wings
Yeah that'll do your possessions possess you
I'm asking you please don't pick the flowers