[Spoken Intro: Markus Dravs] If you're cool with it, right, I need you to go back to remembering that you're a poet
Who's daughter, who's daughter's on that stage? I know her, I know her by her name Who's daughter, who's daughter's on that stage? She's a queen, now watch her She's drowning ace of spades She dances, and she dances, and she drops it The crowd is yelling pop it, there's a reason she can't stop it She dances, and she dances, and she pops it The crowd is yelling drop it, there's a reason she can't stop it
This a Funeral, death of your innocence Little Lily grown up, barely legitimate All these niggas in here got you scared to be intimate So you just stand there, dance til you temperate Dance til you in a wick Dance til you in a wick You don't feel the flame now, dance to rekindle it Ran backstage did the bump in the bathroom Kiss a few strangers and dance til you feeling it
And just keep dropping to the floor Whatever you moved on to, you can let it go And just keep dancing on the stage Instead of throwing ones it's white lilies to her face Then she got me backstage like "Let me see your conscience I'll be over dancing at the table of contents" You can turn my pages All these pages are like wages And I would have quit so long But all the money I'll be making got me Dropping to the floor Whatever you moved on to, you can let it go She just keep dancing in my face Instead of throwing ones it's white lilies to the stage
She lets go, says she has it under control I count slow, hoping that she'll divulge some more Cause she knows, everything a woman should know And I want, nothing but to see it up close And she keep saying "just grab it if you see what you like" And I keep asking if this is what you want with your life
I find the flowers harden out in haunted houses They somehow escape the gardens and walked out into the concrete and now
Everytime I see her she be walking to the pole Panties, bra, bra inside, dropping to the floor She climb up, up, up, up, hiding on the pole She walk out with all her precious petals gone and now We can find, roses with no petals in here We can find, lilies spray painted metal in here We can find, them dancing with the devil in here Those white lines and, those white lies
Step off the stage and I'm back in a trance With you we're interstellar, I'm gassing your nebula All other flowers, they pale in comparison That's why my florist's hand's slowly caressing you One petals, two petals, back on the floor Touch me, then tease me, then back on your cloak Everything's seemingly Puerto Rico This worthless from verses was stirring your soul Swear I'm not putting you down, though I just hate seeing you drown, slow You say your mind frame is twisted and shit That your faith in humanity's ground floor I'm always one that say think on your own Free is the flower who rose from my home But I'd rather watch you be seated in power than steadily seeing you being dethroned
I found the flowers being drowned in dirty water They somehow escape the farmers and are headed out to slaughter and now
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