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Picking flowers, I’m a garden for you Talking louder, am I bothering you? Please talk to me, cause I’m talking to you Please walk with me, when I’m walking with you Remember the times, when we was broke broke I ain’t have clothes, I ain’t have a stove, I ain’t have a soul But you brought me close, I thought it was hope, I thought it was hope But you let me go, I don’t even know, I don’t even know Tryna pull up in a jag Looking like a fucking dad Remember them times down bad Now ain’t more going back (yeah!) Pull up, pull up in a fast car! This shit looking like a NASCAR! Bitch I’m a side of bad fraud! She been riding like the task force! Picking up these flowers in my garden You won’t let me leave like a warden Speeding fast, when I pull out the lot Your bitch ask, when she could give me top This shit gas, when I smoke in the lot Good and bad, you had opened your heart Picking flowers, I’m a garden for you SongtexteScreaming louder, hear them louder for you Acting sour, now get out over you Yeah, I guess it’s the girl code, to have doubt over you Hey, my bad Tezzo Aus Songtexte Mania