THE FUNERAL FLORIST ft. Bill Waves

You can see the yellow glow from the attic window on my street

I promise I'm not playing any games

I'll buy a Chevrolet Hearse to personally drive all the fresh bodies, and put my brand new collection on display

Every verse is serenade, I ask the barber please start my fade on the half blade my shit grows fast, and I'm the florist in the town where I stay

So come to me for all your needs when it comes to funeral bouquets

I could clip the head off 100 roses and spell out anyone's name, and the smell of flowers in my garden helps with the smell of decay

You don't know the half of my story, my lineage is here to stay

I won't forget Point Breeze when I become the new skipper of Hudson Bay

Mother fucker better believe big boats and jet ski's, it's Big Waves

You can see my glow from far away, on the hillside in the dark, call me Billy from Highland Park