Flowers

I’m Smelling flowers You smoking sour The Convo sweet The world is ours Right now Versatility your best utility And I’m hanging off your belt Waiting for your clothes to melt Off your scorching hot Nevermind I talk a lot Im just in a thinking state, Maybe I should learn to stop Thinking out loud But the voice in my head Tells me to speak my mind so I hope that you don’t mind Me speaking so blindly Its just me being me i say the type of shit like You make me complete I’m Smelling flowers You smoking sour The Convo sweet The world is ours Right now You the type to be On some wifey shit Kiss and hug me shit So im liking it all (Im liking ever inch of it) You the type to be On my line and shit Tell me crazy things You know I like it raw Tell me its raw I’m Smelling flowers You smoking sour The Convo sweet The world is ours Right now