Flower Child (Explicit) - Nitty Scott, MC/Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)

Pardon my bohemian ways

I know I act like I be stuck in a bohemian daze

You said you love me so don't rush me

Love is patient and now you gotta trust me

To take form like the canvas of the Grand Canyon

Product of a beautiful storm or an unborn

Carried just below the heart

Quietly preparing for a start

Let me Michelangelo my Sistine Chapel

You know they say Rome wasn't built in a day

And diamonds need a while

'Fore they hit the display

So I guess I see myself in a similar way

I'm paste like my mamma in the kitchen whippin'

Always mixing up and fixing

Begged her for a taste

And she said it wasn't ready

She stir it up slow and she cook it up steady

This is not a race track living in the asap

I'm just tryna do it justice when it play back

Sometimes I gotta stall the bpm

Yeah so I can weave these dreams

And polish up these jems

In the end I got love for the showbiz

But sometimes you gotta stop

And smell the roses

Keeping up with the Kardashians

And Jones' nah

I take my time and compose this

They say greatness gets better with time

They say concrete roses hard to find

Sit inside my room and let these thoughts bloom

It's a secret garden in my mind

Flower child

Okay buffering creativity suffering

When you bustlin' hustlin for the numbers in

You miss the journey if you climb too fast

The beauty of the struggle

When it comes to pass

Amateurs swear they need to balance it

I want that legendary like Excalibur

Chasing calipers

Liberated as a bachelor traveller

Never fallen victim to these calenders

Uh rough draft after rough draft

No staff perfecting all my abstract craft

And now they calling me celebrity

Only thing I give a damn about is my integrity

They play the game like checkers

When I'm talking 'bout chess

Tryna do more

When they talkin 'bout less I stress

Quantity ain't always quality

So let me formulate my prophecy

When the lights get low

You notice I am the sun

The winter time was snowball

Only little you know

I still breath give me the cheese

I'm resuscitating the game

See me and cpr

My name is a gun cocked gunshot

Dead and I won't stop

Gun cocked gun shot

Head in a palm box

With a dozen roses

Hole-less with a giftcard

Gun cocked gun shot

Flowers well you mamashit

They say greatness gets better with time

They say concrete roses hard to find

Sit inside my room

And let these thoughts bloom

It's a secret garden in my mind

Flower child Flower child

They say greatness gets better with time

So why expedite my prime

See I'm just a life lag tied to the earth

Exuding the fragrance of light and birth

So respect my photosynthesis

My petals my stems full of nourishing flow

You thought this was a love song but no

I just need you to let me

Let me

Grow grow grow