Wookiefoot - Flowers Lyrics

Well I already got to much sh&t i should just be counting my blessingI'm messing with matches burnt another lesson got learnedSo if you tired and your pages just keep turningYou should be paying attention to what this message is concerningDiscerning the difference between the unforeseen obscene and a yearning that's cleanSo be careful what you need because the greed will rob you of your power and don't pick the flowersI beg you please don't pick the flowersYou know it's only just a matter of timeI'm begging you please don't pick the flowersShe's only gonna wilt and die oh myBack up off me and smell the coffeeCause your the type of style yo babe you lost meAll i try to do is live my life and live it wellA Capricorn with the smooth clienteleAnd all i try to do is just love ya babyBut your type of style just drives me crazyThe man of the hour the man with the powerAnd if you don't mind don't pick my flowerI'm asking you please don't pick the flowersHey why you always running around domesticating my chickens anywayI see you lock your church at nightThat fear that your burned may take flightOh the safety that the cage must bringYour better off just clipping its wingsyeah that'll do your possessions possess youI'm asking you please don't pick the flowers