Wolfgang Daniels - Flowers (The Problem Alternative) Lyrics

(This is a Wolfgang Original, Bitch)
Woke up this morning, yeah you guessed it right, alone
I guess I'm on my own, guess it's time to move on
Hitting the liquor strong, taking hits from the bong
What the f*ck going on, what the f*ck is going on
Let me get out this house and let me get up in this party
Don't f*ck with Reggie Bush, I only f*ck with Bob Marley
I'm in the plane, floating with Mary Jane
While she do her thing, which is f*cking with my brain
(Look)
I'm a young pussy chaser
So thinking with my dick is first not second, third, or fourth nature
I'm doing you a favor, thank me now and never later
Cause when the heart get involved, you gone be like "I f*cking hate you"
So this one for my haters
Keep it moving, sayonara, see ya later
And this one for my haters
Keep watching cause it only gets greater
Gets greater (Greater, greater)
Keep watching cause it only gets greater (Greater, greater)
Motherf*ck a hater
Sayonara, motherf*cker see ya later
I said that I'm all alone
I always be doing shit on my own (Own, own)
But what f*ck I did to get it like this
To get it like this, like this
Life a trip, grab your bags girl and let's dip
Then them pants start to unzip
Then I make that pussy drip
Don't let me cum up in this bitch
Please Lord forgive me for my language
Lord forgive me I been drinking
Really, what have I been thinking
Higher than a Jamaican, eyes low like they in the basement
Another one bites the dust, guess it's back to this paper chasing
Cause I'm all about my money
And you can bury it with me, pretend I am a mummy
This generation, they f*ck
But they be missing the love
Somehow think that they in love
So they forget about the glove
Now we have cherries that are getting popped
Children out of wedlock
Mamas that's going in shock
And daddies like "call the cops"
(Look)
Was it worth it my nigga
She was the baddest bitch in the room, ya dick start getting bigger
You was like "I'ma f*ck her but I don't love her, get her under the cover"
She was a pretty young thing, but that "thing" is now a mother
Club going up on a Tuesday
I don't give a motherf*ck what you say
Bitches gettin' throwed off that Dussé
This ain't how you conduct yourself, sweetie you not a groupie
What's up with killin' over these drugs
This is why they think we all thugs
And this why they not showing us no love
And killin' us at every moment filling our body with slugs (Slugs, slugs)
And that's the f*cking problem
My brothers falling like them leaves falling in Autumn (Autumn, Autumn)
And that's the f*cking problem
Man I stay away from pigs like I'm a Muslim
Stop killing our brothers, taking em from they mothers
Stop killing each other, especially over these colors
But I know it's real deeper, probably over Keisha
Who on the hottest block every other f*cking weekend
I know deep down in your heart you really weakened
But you can not let it show
You can not cry over a hoe
Just know when you see that nigga that it is a go
Red dot when you record just like a motherf*cking show
Adios, gotta get the burner cause that nigga toast
And he swear he really Holy, well he bout to meet the Ghost
Cause I pulled up on that nigga
With some of my niggas
With our finger on the trigger
And this the message that we delivered
And that's the motherf*cking problem
Everybody think guns gone solve 'em
Houston, I really think that we have a problem
(Somebody shot the Sheriff now we gotta go and find 'em)
And I was just feeling alive, but a nigga just died
On my way to the sky, over some f*cking lies
Pussy was on my mind
Money was on her mind
We the blind leading the blind
We the blind leading the blind
But that's our generation
Life a competition, get ready to start racing
Chasing love
Not sex, money and drugs
I should not be inside this club
Damn this bitch is heating up
Ooo, this pussy deep as f*ck
Wait Keisha, I just think I bust a nut
If I get pregnant my nigga He might just f*ck you up
Ain't no huffing or no puffing
No discussion
Like a linebacker He rushing
Like a pimple, He is busting
He'll pop you like a quiz
If it ain't His
Cause the doctor told Him that He couldn't have kids
And that's the motherf*cking problem
With planting seeds before the flowers even blossom
(Blossom, blossom, blossom, blossom, blossom, blossom, blossom)