Flowers On The Weekend - Asher Roth

I don’t ever wanna do what you do

Got a bunch of gluten in your doodoo

I be in the shed makin' heat, heat

You be YouTube 480P (Can't see)

All your bullshit, I’m beyond that

On the back porch adirondack (Maybach)

Bet you didn’t know that my mom rap?

Hit me with a text «You the bomb, Ash»

I’m like

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Making sure I can still smell them

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Makin' sure I can still smell them

Gimme that

I’m framing photos from Mexico City, my livin' room

Be lookin' pretty from the interior decoratin'

My lady be slayin', I ain’t playin'

I’m playin' like only Mozart on vinyl when I wake up

No pay cuts, only gettin' raises and bonuses

Caladiums, roses and, only that potent shit

I’m growin' and goin' in

My flow is some stoicness

A poet that coexists with the coleus, no coinci-ince

Coincidences

Good riddance will finish

Make sure I finish my sentences

Dementia is no friend of the penmanship

I thank all my friends, ain’t never forgettin' my friendliness

No reason to censor it

I love the smell in September, it’s kinda like…

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Makin' sure I can still smell them

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Makin' sure I can still smell them

Gimme that

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Makin' sure I can still smell them

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Makin' sure I can still smell them

Gimme that