Flower Child

You a flower child Rockin' handmade headbands Sunflower incense Burn it with some Headband Off the chain Got me leanin' like a kickstand Sink into the couch like quicksand February ain't the only time for bouqets Cross the street to the corner store for that Lupe Food 'n' liquor and then some Sippin' on yo Kool-Aid And she can roll the hell out of a blunt on a Tuesday SWEETTOOTH's a metaphor for a better trip We neva trip like a crutch and puff the hell out of a spliff My little White Owl Neva on the foul tip You got me high hangin' off the mountain cliff Colder than the mountain tip Swear she 'bout her shit 'Bout her, 'bout her shit Never counterfeit Still her exes never amount to shit I'm proud of it Shout out to the girls who can roll you up a pearl If I could baby girl I would give you the world