If I'm a rapper, she's a bad bitch I would sit behind her in my classes I used to love her something stupid Stupid I used to love her something stupid Yeah, I don't know if I remember where she lived now And even so, it's not as if we would have fit, oh Yeah she was wild, I was different, we was kids then And this was way before my love for cannabis, woah And I was waiting on a ride that never did show And I debated back and forth among my friends But see these roses turn from red to black again now You stupid roses, I done told you cut that shit out You stupid fucking roses
You stupid roses Hey you stupid fucking roses Hey you stupid roses
If I'm a rapper, then she's a bad bitch Not that she isn't That's just invalid I used to try to never do this Now I do this But everything I try was useless Caught the contact again Call the contact for more Caaught the call, call it out Cut the signal, come on Send the satellite off Airplane mode that, yo You'll be rolling coastin cold If you ever grow that rose Like I got a girl, I can't be fucking with you But maybe magnetic is our only MO, I never did level with mine Until she sat across from me My curiosity coiled like a snake around a finger Like another bouquet of these fucking roses Trying to duck the motion But it knows me better Fucking missile crisis Shoot me out to blue And blend me into red Cause she can read me too She'll never tell a soul But someone beat her to it Saying Rome was lost But it was not a ruin Ruin, rah er rah Anyway I just stand there holding A dozen of these roses These stupid fucking roses
You stupid roses Hey you stupid fucking roses Hey you stupid roses
I just wah- I just want Make your soul come out your body Your body, bae Wanna make your soul leave I just wah- I just want Make your soul come out your body Your body, bae Wanna make your soul leaveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
