Flowers on the Weekend lyrics

[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 bullsh*t, 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 sh*t
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