The Bloom (AG3) - Wale

Good morning, baby

I thank God I’m alive to greet you with the sun

She is but a flower, and I love her cause she--

And we both agree this rap shit is all me

But the seed of this beautiful world is ours

My black mind, dream big and follow through even bigger

15 years of slavery for you lady

I put in work to be your nigga

May the sun kiss you, unconditional

I pray each and every lyric get to you

On this third rendition

For you and your ambition both, bloom

Baby, let your hair down, let it loose

There’s no need to be scared now, cause I’m with you

And there’s no judgement here, love, you are free

To be as wild and crazy as you wanna be

So baby let me see you bloom for me

To whom it may concern

Let me thank your mom for the beauty you inherited

Let me call her up and be like, «Excuse me Mrs. Um…

You don’t know me, but…

Thank you for your flower, but I’m tryna be your sun»

Now wait, wait, I know what you’re 'bout to say

Male entertainers entertain everything

But that ain’t the case, let me put it this way:

If I’m tryna see you bloom, why would I do it with shade?

Don’t play, uh, nah I won’t stay long

The pollution that you use to I illuminate such

Beautiful the evolution of your bud

Remove your make-up I need that human nature

Look, me and you just ain’t enough

We fruitful as youth let’s accumulate some

Tell me 'bout your roots, and how you’ve came up

I call you my flower, cause you’re my boo

K?

Good!

(Be my flower, I’ll be your sun)

Let me see you bloom for me

Just let me hold you in a dark place

And when it’s cold let me warm thee

I know we both come from hard times

Cause I’m aroused you a rose of the concrete

Thorns on fleek

Study and I go on three, I can hit quick or chill and give you energy

Fresh out of college and they sweat you, now you got degrees

Busy to follow me i’m tryna pollinate so won’t you holla when it’s gotta be

Honey, sweet thing, let’s get into it, we can do whatever

Be it intellect or intimate, levitate your habitat, just know who you dealin'

with

This sort of photosynthesis don’t show up with the filter in ya

Love, me and you just ain’t enough, we fruitful as youth let’s accumulate some

Tell me 'bout your roots, and how you’ve came up

I call you my flower, cause you my boo, k?

good!

You don’t have to worry about comfort, I’m the safest place that you wanna be

No longer do you have to wonder, just open up and spread your wings

Eh oh baby, won’t you (bloom bloom)

Eh baby, won’t you (bloom, bloom, bloom, bloom)

Eh baby, won’t you (bloom bloom)

Eh baby, won’t you (bloom bloom)

Eh baby, won’t you (bloom bloom)