Donovan Livingston - Bouquet (feat. BadCameo)

Who woulda thought our last convo, would be our last convo
Scroll by your contact in my phone
Tried to read our text history but won't that strong
See, I'm all up in these feelings but they weren't my own
You know, I cried enough for the both of us, hoping hope would float to us
Feeling too exposed when I would open up
I'm soaking up every single memory and kept that same energy
Although the day we met you wasn't feeling me
I said I loved your daughter, and you hit me with that nigga please
A couple years later, I'm on bended knee
Silly me, thinking I should ask for her hand
You said you raised that woman so she don't need a man
"Help her secure the bag and make good on her plans
You gotta keep her happy, but I see that you can
Damn, since I gave you this bouquet too late
I'll fill an album up with words I couldn't say to your face

I could write a song for hours, never tell 'em
Some days I be as fickle as the weather
People never get their flowers, when they smell 'em
I just hope you hear this song up there in heaven
I could write a song for hours, never tell 'em
Some days I be as fickle as the weather
People never get their flowers, when they smell 'em
I just hope you hear this song up there in heaven

Wedding planning in the summer time, when the sun would shine
I missed ya call, thought I'd hit him back another time
What if I held the line? What if I answered
What if all these damn what ifs were a cancer
I'd give it all for the chance to hear you rant to my voicemail
And remove the leukemia from your blood cells
Well, Imma exhume poems that I bury deep
Around your hospital bed, where I could barely speak
Hella weak, everything seemed so blue
You ever had things to say, but your lips don't move
I held your hand, but couldn't translate in the room
I'll be her rock and the stone that the builder refused
In full bloom, I'm consumed by this gratitude
I'll (w)rap a couple roses hoping that'll do
And though you couldn't walk her down that aisle
I still saw your face in her smile

I could write a song for hours, never tell 'em
Some days I be as fickle as the weather
People never get their flowers, when they smell 'em
I just hope you hear this song up there in heaven
I could write a song for hours, never tell 'em
Some days I be as fickle as the weather
People never get their flowers, when they smell 'em
I just hope you hear this song up there in heaven

You gotta show love and give thanks
Baby, here's a bouquet before it's too late
You gotta show love and give thanks
Momma, here's a bouquet before it's too late
You gotta show love and give thanks
Pops, here's a bouquet before it's too late
You gotta show love and give thanks
Auntie, hear a bouquet before it's too late

If I can do it over, I'd send you up some love
Everything from above, I can't hold back these words
This is true love, true love
It's never too late
It's never too late

Written by:
D Pieroni, Donovan Livingston

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