Flowers by MC Evolve Lyrics
Driving real fast up the entrance ramp
Can’t look back now don’t wanna crash
Speeding thru traffic you just caught a glance
Of me, do you stay and follow the crowd into atrophy
Or do you step on the gas and catch up with ya man
Now let me ask if you had one very last chance, would you stay on the road to destiny or grab life by the hand rev your engine until you blast up see Noah ask him where to land, on the mountains of Ararat and expand your plans pass the impasses, numb the pangs, overcome nasty nafs
Do you even question Do I really have to ask?
To be free or be miserable don’t give me that mashugana, I know you feel shook’n up but put away your hand
Things is lookin up you’re about to be a man- enrapt in amorous advances take your first steps like your atavus had to
Its like magic if it answers, they apt to ask how to
If their understanding scant don’t be broken up by the look in their eye of silent askance
You made it to mile 1 on a very rough path- untravelled by most, it comes and goes fast
All we know- who we are and do our own dance
Play in the pasture every day is gettin faster
I met my lady on the piazza. I walked right past her
I’d wait night and day on to ay just to ask her
Instead I hanker deadpanned plastered thankin ganja for laughter -
I thought a lot about it I could write a chapter in my quair( if a took a gander)
On my johnnie Walker adventures I walk with debonair
I’ll go anywhere I don’t stop at failure
There’s always worse off like getting bottled up in Scotland, constant loss yeah even braveheart lost
So I stay schemin, heavily breathin, heaven appealing, treadin to freedom, inhaling the cheeba, a marquee demon, pen-I-am-wielding, pennon is streamin- The only thing I know is to keep on believin even if bleeding or heathened. I just be being
Plentiful soul to bring messages of old. dry the tears from years of lost souls sowed sold for gold or whatever apropro for a new low, mankind learns slow
Lender of loans what will you spend on for better, will you send around debts and foreclosures?
A letter of oath I spread onto those who forget who’s in their head-letters of loathe, beget a repose or forever host a comatose soul
Who smokes the most doughzce?
Who pulls the most hoes?
Who has the most doe?
who pops the most bottlez gets everybody blotto isn’t that your motto? Don’t allow your lot
Can’t look back now don’t wanna crash
Speeding thru traffic you just caught a glance
Of me, do you stay and follow the crowd into atrophy
Or do you step on the gas and catch up with ya man
Now let me ask if you had one very last chance, would you stay on the road to destiny or grab life by the hand rev your engine until you blast up see Noah ask him where to land, on the mountains of Ararat and expand your plans pass the impasses, numb the pangs, overcome nasty nafs
Do you even question Do I really have to ask?
To be free or be miserable don’t give me that mashugana, I know you feel shook’n up but put away your hand
Things is lookin up you’re about to be a man- enrapt in amorous advances take your first steps like your atavus had to
Its like magic if it answers, they apt to ask how to
If their understanding scant don’t be broken up by the look in their eye of silent askance
You made it to mile 1 on a very rough path- untravelled by most, it comes and goes fast
All we know- who we are and do our own dance
Play in the pasture every day is gettin faster
I met my lady on the piazza. I walked right past her
I’d wait night and day on to ay just to ask her
Instead I hanker deadpanned plastered thankin ganja for laughter -
I thought a lot about it I could write a chapter in my quair( if a took a gander)
On my johnnie Walker adventures I walk with debonair
I’ll go anywhere I don’t stop at failure
There’s always worse off like getting bottled up in Scotland, constant loss yeah even braveheart lost
So I stay schemin, heavily breathin, heaven appealing, treadin to freedom, inhaling the cheeba, a marquee demon, pen-I-am-wielding, pennon is streamin- The only thing I know is to keep on believin even if bleeding or heathened. I just be being
Plentiful soul to bring messages of old. dry the tears from years of lost souls sowed sold for gold or whatever apropro for a new low, mankind learns slow
Lender of loans what will you spend on for better, will you send around debts and foreclosures?
A letter of oath I spread onto those who forget who’s in their head-letters of loathe, beget a repose or forever host a comatose soul
Who smokes the most doughzce?
Who pulls the most hoes?
Who has the most doe?
who pops the most bottlez gets everybody blotto isn’t that your motto? Don’t allow your lot