Song: Flower Child
Artist:  Nogardkrad
Year: 2022
Viewed: 20 - Published at: 6 years ago

[Verse 1: Deception]
Hair up in the breeze
I’m with the supaslats
Smoke up in the air we off that Cali pack
Lil mama want me I can tell she mad
I only want my money fuck the pussy cat
Strain so far from home like we're the fuck I'm at
I'm crusin in the beater with the beamer and I need some cash
Yeah, yeah, yeah I might relapse
Yeah, yeah, yeah I might relapse
Look within myself I see a drowning man
Cryin out for help but never reach for hands
They don't understand
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
Ya
Sick to my fuckin stomach
Need some Robitussin
Fuck the culture and this hussel
It all leads to nothin
Wanna be a better person
Cause I need the karma
Fuck this never-ending struggle
I just wanna find my way out
Days out in the sun
We bring the case out
Laced up I rep my city that’s the T town
Hold up yeah you know I got the K out
Yes sir all my problems out the way now
[Verse 2: Nogardkrad]
Ya
My problem back then was I actually
Thought of us as each other’s property
I did anythin you’d ask of me
Call me, I’ll be there in 15
Like a fuckin loyal puppy (Bark)
Time to rub the belly
Shit when did we think we might have a baby
Or when we thought you to be
Three weeks past your monthly Bloody Mary
Pass me another drink while I stare at my reflection
Confessions to the man in the mirror causin regression
Mixed with six bottles of Jameson
To help ease the depression
When I start spittin
Motherfuckers start gagin and chockin
Like a side chick suckin my dick
Like it’s got the taste of a fruit basket
My shits stupid bananas it’s no secret
Charles would even call it a gift
The names Manson so here ya go have some cid
Shit I don’t think that’s what he meant by gifts
I just wish I had a bitch (Uhh)
To say hey bay bay let it rip (Beyblade)
I just wanna eat some acid
While outta town on a trip
Ima be bad attack the mic
My lines be so tight son (Tyson)
But trust me when I say you don't know jack, son (Jackson)
I get it your only in this shit for fun
So let me show you why my shit radiates heat equal to the sun
Codenames Evil I’m not the kid next door I’m number one
So keep suckin on the mic like a lollipop dumb dumbs
Always stayin comfortably numb
I guess I am the drummer boy run up a bum bum
[Verse 3: E.D.I.]
Call me Wonka man
But fuck the factory
And if you want the tea
Come on a tour with me
Remember enjoyin things
Party’s and limousines
That’s just the only thing
Keepin the seal on my stitches clean
But fuck the old me
I wanna show people
A world without the greed
But just a little green
And when we run out man
We never smoke the seeds
Just tryna further our careers
As the new G’s

( Nogardkrad )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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