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Stupid Rose

 

Stupid Rose

(album: Nat Love - 2016)


Stupid roses
Stupid

If I'm a rapper, she's a bad bitch
I would sit behind her in my classes
I used to love her something stupid
Stupid
I used to love her something stupid
Yeah, I don't know if I remember where she lived now
And even so, it's not as if we would have fit, oh
Yeah she was wild, I was different, we was kids then
And this was way before my love for cannabis, woah
And I was waiting on a ride that never did show
And I debated back and forth among my friends
But see these roses turn from red to black again now
You stupid roses, I done told you cut that shit out
You stupid fucking roses

You stupid roses
Hey you stupid fucking roses
Hey you stupid roses

If I'm a rapper, then she's a bad bitch
Not that she isn't
That's just invalid
I used to try to never do this
Now I do this
But everything I try was useless
Caught the contact again
Call the contact for more
Caaught the call, call it out
Cut the signal, come on
Send the satellite off
Airplane mode that, yo
You'll be rolling coastin cold
If you ever grow that rose
Like I got a girl, I can't be fucking with you
But maybe magnetic is our only MO, I never did level with mine
Until she sat across from me
My curiosity coiled like a snake around a finger
Like another bouquet of these fucking roses
Trying to duck the motion
But it knows me better
Fucking missile crisis
Shoot me out to blue
And blend me into red
Cause she can read me too
She'll never tell a soul
But someone beat her to it
Saying Rome was lost
But it was not a ruin
Ruin, rah er rah
Anyway
I just stand there holding
A dozen of these roses
These stupid fucking roses [Chorus]
You stupid roses
Hey you stupid fucking roses
Hey you stupid roses

I just wah
I just want
Make your soul come out your body
Your body, bae
Wanna make your soul leave
I just wah
I just want
Make your soul come out your body
Your body, bae
Wanna make your soul leave

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