Pickin' flowers out my garden for you Talkin' louder, am I bothering you? Please talk to me, cause I'm talkin' to you Please walk with me, when I'm walkin' with you Remember that time, when it was broke? I ain't have clothes, I ain't have a stove, I ain't have no soul When you got me close, I thought it was love, I thought it was hope But you let me go, I don't even know, I don't even know Tryna pull up in a jet, lookin' like a fuckin' dad No more, no more goin' back Pull up, pull up in a fast car, this *** lookin' like a NASCAR Bitch on my side of the back, bruh, she been ridin' like the task force Pickin' out these flowers in my garden You won't let me leave your local water then Spittin' flowers when I pull off the lock, your bitch ass when she cookin' the chops This *** gas when I smoke it a lot, good and bad, you had open your heart Pickin' flowers out my garden for you Screamin' louder, hear them wildin' for you Actin' sour, I'll get out of here I guess it's the ground cause, to have doubt over you *