Mel. Crozby - Roses

Roses

Everything different now but somehow the same picture me slowing down im changin my lane
Face down
Kick the dust up off my psyche been a minute since i analysed
Pockets dirty so i keep the hands sanitized
Shoot a smile to the mirror but im not convinced gaze on my inner thoughts just focused my incompetence
Telling my niggas that i love em
Hope they ain leavin so soon
Watch from the middle of the room as it the door closes

Just make sure i get my rosеs
Just make sure i get my rosеs
Just make sure i get my roses
Just make sure i get my roses
Yeah
Drank got me feelin warmer than a cardigan
Sittin on the couch as i dissolve right just where i'll start again

Just make sure i get my roses
Just make sure i get my roses
Just make sure i get my roses
Just make sure i get my roses

Goods things i got a few of em
Bad things i got a slew of em
Needed a father never knew of him
Hit the spliff to past the time
Trippin off bitches i miss
Missin my consciousness went
I shoot my shot but it miss
Reading my thoughts to the ceiling
It never answer back
I been cussin in my prayers
Thinkin maybe if i change it might provoke a response
Im just asking for answer
Hope it dont take too long

Just make sure i get my roses
Just make sure i get my roses
Just make sure i get my roses
Just make sure i get my roses