Flowers ​iyla

I'm for what you got time for
Make up your mind boy
That ain't my style yeah

Si vou plait
Don't need bouquets
Just shut that down right now yeah

I need to take
I need some space
I need a break
You need a break
We off the chain This
Can't be love This
Can't be war and rain drops
That turn into tears falling

As far as I know don't what the hold up is we just cannot
Hold up

You words don’t mean a thing, you messed up everything, you can’t fix with roses

Fuck flowers, fuck flowers, what flowers?
They're pretty and all but I'm scarred by the thorns on those Flowers
Fuck Flowers
What flowers?