Teff Hinkson Flowers
Intro
Enough is enough...
Hook
Enough flame emojis to light a bonfire on the wet sand
Are they laughing at me or with me I feel like Red Man
Handful of friends and that's my baby niece's left hand
When grave flowers die are they delivered to the dead man?
Seat of your girl's pants in my next hand, she's giving me that sweat gland drip
My young dancer could do a hand stand by the bed stand
Will she be there for me when I'm pissing in a bed pan?
Know some Knicks that said that they could never be a Nets fan
Now they're screaming Brooklyn... they see Kyrie in the headband
Living in the moment over loyalty these days
I'm a control freak so I hardly do three ways
Niggas hit Selecta Charts and constantly replay
Solely responsible for their stream plays
Indirectly control the game from the back, they say he Piqué
I'm really Pelé, you're playing EA, uhh
My little finger packs more than your trigger finger
The only trigger you trigger is special moves
Nobody better move, I'm in a 38 Special mood
Got headshots that could dead drop Betty Boop
Heshimu, Heshimu, Bangalang... that's that onomatopoeia
These niggas mirror I just call 'em as I see 'em
Planted my seeds now it's pomegranate season, I got...
Hook
Enough flame emojis to light a bonfire on the wet sand
Are they laughing at me or with me I feel like Red Man
Handful of friends and that's my baby niece's left hand
When grave flowers die are they delivered to the dead man?
Flowers for everybody
Flowers for the shooter, flowers for the body
Flowers for laughter, flowers for melancholy
Flowers in the summer, everyday is summer...
Wanted to be the hardest 'til I was the hardest
Looking back your largest goals you realize were the smallest
We all think that we're the smartest, nobody's the smartest
Originality is overhyped
'Cause overnight they'll just forget your martyrdom and just copy regardless
The irony, I'm insecure but can't stop being guarded
I stay guarded
James Harden with a triple team placed on him
My vivid dream got a triple beam weight on it
Crushed my inner fiend, put a nicotene tape on him
Instead I chose to flip the green, you would think a christophine tray's fallen
Underhand is softball, hardball for the win
If it's for the greater good I can't call it a sin
RIP to Kobe as my paper falls in the bin
Hook
Enough flame emojis to light a bonfire on the wet sand
Are they laughing at me or with me I feel like Red Man
Handful of friends and that's my baby niece's left hand
When grave flowers die are they delivered to the...
Flowers for everybody
Flowers for the shooter, flowers for the body
Flowers for laughter, flowers for melancholy
Flowers in the summer, everyday is summer...
Flowers in the summer, everyday is summer...
