THORN

Hey, little rose petal in the open

Get with a down-to-earth real dope man

Babe, figure those meadows just a moment

Give this a crown to worship, enthrone it

My grass ain't painted green, here the sun hit

You could meet a munch and maybe have a munchkin

But that's a life she don't wanna live with you

This right here ain't nothing new

Rhythm and poetry through the airwaves once again

For the players and played, the shawties and shooters

The runners and roses