Flowers Lyrics

You don't know what you've done to me

Who you gon' love, who you gon' leave

You don't know what you've done to me

Who you may believe

Cold shoulders, but I never let it froze over

I grow older like the dirt that's under dead soldiers

I've been a soldier, I salute when handing flowers over

Just like a rose for my casket when they stand closer

I cherished every moment like it's been my last ride

If I go out, will they remember me from past times?

Or will they sweep me underneath for you to walk by

Cause I've been treated like some dirt, no straight lines

I've been the product, that's the problem you don't understand

I made my way through the rain, people said I can't

I turn my problems into products people understand

Now I'm walking through the rain, they don't stand a chance

I comment, just a comment, especially when I never comment back

I understand your reasoning, but understand your comment lacks

Information from my past, off track, it never lasts

Like a bird in the sky, goes off course and it hits my glass

Different sides of puddles, different sides of pain

All them long nights, writing all alone made me change

Made me who I am today that's a different kind of paint

Cause when I brush across the page, that's a different kind of pain

See I got cold shoulders, but I never let it froze over

I grow older like the dirt that's under dead soldiers

I've been a soldier, hope you salute when handing flowers over

Who you gon' love, who you gon' leave

You don't know what you've done to me

Who you may believe

I've been flying back and forth with this notepad, it's hard to read

Punching every line, but when I go to talk it's hard to breathe

Hard to keep my head above water, they won't notice me

Cause I've been known to hold a higher pedestal for some degree

But my degree is more higher, more colder than a winter breeze

I'm freezing time for what's in front of me

I'm looking back and never looking past the artistry

Posters hanging on my wall, guess that's the art in me

Mac Miller, Slim Shady, 50 Cent to Nappy Roots

Jay Z, to Bone Thugs, and Mobb Deep, Shakur too

Young Jeezy, Lil Wayne, I'm DMX up in the booth

That would make it a little Ludacris if I forgot you too

Role models like J. Cole, to YZ, like Range Rove

Upchurch to down south, when Kid Rock would rap though

Hope I get my flowers when I'm dead and gone like T.I

Cause I've been known to bleed on every track with my ill mind

See I got cold shoulders, but I never let it froze over

I grow older like the dirt, that's under dead soldiers

I've been a soldier, hope you salute when handing flowers over

Different sides of puddles, different sides of pain

All them long nights, writing all alone made me change

Made me who I am today that's a different kind of paint

See I got cold shoulders, but I never let it froze over

I grow older like the dirt, that's under dead soldiers

I've been a soldier, hope you salute when handing flowers over