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Flowers

Written and Performed by Asher Small Produced by Frizzy Astro Mixed and Mastered by Eric Gordon at Addik Studios Listen to Way Past Midnight on your favourite streaming platform https://smallz.fanlink.tv/wpm24 Lyrics: Man, it's been a minute since a nigga had a session A session with my niggas 2021 and I ain't lyin, man, I'm blessed to make it here though Confessions of an introspective, music-loving weirdo I'm barely takin' haircuts M.I.A. for days while I'm smokin' on this haze Vision never been more clear-cut What's your biggest fear, though Kendall hit me up, he told me Homie, this your year, though Niggas only hate because they skill it isn't near us And I ain't mad, cause shit, I understand it They dap you up with fingers crossed, that shit is underhanded Them niggas under pressure The type before you hear that shit You don't go nowhere near that shit You know it's somethin' lesser And life another blessing We take the novacane and numb depressing thoughts We just finesse it like we bumpin' Pressa And that's a reach for a bar, a reach for the stars I'm way outta reach, I reach for your heart I been on these streets, I been on the ground I been on the block, meters away When that nigga got shot and stuff like that changed you I'm still the same dude It's just that I realize that wastin' time Is somethin' a nigga can't do Your biggest L is the L you hold when you don't try Your biggest W is based on perspective And it don't rhyme, but it's the truth If I say it, I really don't lie I spent some time tryin' to be in collectives Spend my time just really reflectin Tryin' to peep the connection between myself And everything in the universe I do this off the strength of God And people fake it to make it That's off the strength of fraud Ain't no chains, I'm free Man, I just hate facades I hate that your validation come from your paper size I hate when your niggas beefin, they make you take a side Man, ain't we hella grown And if you ain't about peace Then we just can't reside Tryin' to be famous, but duckin' from all the cameras I wanna take the photo, but I ain't too photogenic Yet I still be lookin' good I give the cameraman the credit My credentials are solidified You say the truth before you know it Now you vilified Corona still ragin So you know I'm still inside Still alone, still at home, plate Won't strike out Sometimes to really see the shine You gotta turn the light out Wrote this with a pen And I ain't even got no whiteout So it gotta work Cousin in the hospital, they got him first All he really tryin' to focus on Is how he gonna get him back Bruh, you almost lost your life I think you should just relax It's reality Mama wasn't hearin Pass a handful of profanity Smokin' on this canopy Of a different caliber Thought that I would make it Soon as I took it to Canada Feelin' boxed in Tryin' to make a dog Can a nigga breathe Oh, can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe Can I breathe