Flowers Out In May

Dollars, I need commas, I can't let them get away, yeah

Count it, rubber band it, ima throw it in a safe, yeah

I'm a bread winner, let you have the second place, yeah

Smoking gas in public, blow it in a strangers face, yeah

Promise you I'm fine, don't you ask if I'm ok, yeah

On an one man journey, I'm just trying to find my way, yeah

Ain't got time for feelings, spend my time in outer space, yeah

Looking through her past, I can see she ain't have taste, yeah

After she eat dick, I prolly feed the hoe some steak

Ima have to pop out on you, cos you can not see my place

Take my heart up out my chest, cos I won't risk another break