Yeah, yeah
I deserve flowers
I deserve flowers
I deserve flowers
I deserve flowers
Yeah
All of the shit that I did for you
Put that Richard Mille on you (Yeah)
All of this designer, put you in coupes
You even got your friend one too (Yeah)
I gave to your whole family, yeah-yeah
Ain’t nobody thank me now, nah-nah
Treated you like gang when we was out
Gave you the best sea in the house
I deserve flowers (Yeah-yeah)
I deserve flowers
I deserve flowers (Yeah-yeah)
Fuck the money and the power
I rather get flowers
[Bryson Tiller:]
Oh-ooh-ah
I give the power to myself
And give the flowers to myself, ah
Why’s you playin’ with me?
What is you sayin’ to me?
Told you the way it would be
Told you in 2014
Showed you the way, yeah
Showed you the way, yeah
Negative shit
If you know me, you know it would happen
You trippin’, you niggas be cappin’
And sayin’ it’s love, then showin’ me different
I guess I’m overcommitted
Ideology, I know that won’t show me no different
Why does it bother me? Yeah
Stop me, I guess I’m eager
For information to hit on, when I don’t need ya’
But I know better than there’s no guarantees
I don’t want flowers, only when it’s time to grieve, no
I give the power to myself
And give the flowers to myself, ah
I give the power to myself
And give the flowers to myself, ah
