To Each His Flowers

Tell me really, tell me really who can fuck with me

I'm shining brilliant, like a set of china cutlery

If a woman pick or buy me flowers then she stuck with me

She cuffed to me, as long as she okay then she's my custody

I got two 9's and three 10's on me that's word to Bob Saget

How I Met your mother kids she came in from a different planet

Didn't understand her, didn't plan it, I ain't speak her language

Didn't judge for my femininity y'all would call me f

Meditating I'll focus my kundalini

With my incense and crystals, my skin-care, my neediness

You can rub but I can't promise you a genie bitch

But I wish for more wishes, fuck 'em, with that greediness