Flowers - Sampa the Great, Remi

Yeah

Yeah

Magnify times ten

Rinse and repeat, suck it up again, please

Yes, I do pretend

Same sweet smile, dagger in my hand, sweet

Honey too sticky

Might get caught up, I’ll get caught up

I’ll get caught at Melody B

Sweet silly summers, always

Free, free

Free, free

Flowers

Flowers

Yeah, birds be tripping

Sugarcoated flowers that you’re gonna keep sipping

When I leave them melodies, they gonna keep sticking

Sing the praises, the praises

Stuck up in the clouds and I smile in amazement

Intricately intrigued by magnificent arrangements

Visually, the theme an array of engagements

Visually esteemed, I can say that you made it

Sweet, my, you’re bitter

All them bad vibes gonna make you sicker

All them bad minds gonna make you slicker

All them bad times gonna make skin thicker

Sweet, the sound of illusion

An array of confusion

With all this inclusion

Free, free

Free, free

Flowers

Flowers

Crybabies getting played like 'wah, wah'

Strip the cover, reveal like 'voila'

Magic, magic, sky turns guava

Ooh, sun sets, Lioness Nala’s

Getting hungry, so she’s out hunting

Poachers close by, but no, she’s not dumb

She sees they strayed off, this is pride country

This is lion country, this is my country, man

And you’re not my countryman

False moves leave you buried where you currently stand

That’s just facts, don’t take it personal

Moniker is Queen, she deserves the throne, mm-mm

Never deserts the throne

Unless it’s meal time, then she’s lurking slow

Run it back, run it back

Never deserts the throne

Unless it’s meal time, then she’s lurking slow

Through the flowers

Flowers

Flowers

Flowers

Flowers