Chael Blinya - On Behalf of Thee Ethereal Mister Flowers (feat. Izado)

Ain't it, ain't it

If only flowers bloom from my face
I'd believe you, I believe you
If only flowers bloom from my face
I'd believe you, I believe you

Off to playground Mary go
Round to see Juwanna's man, they let it roll
Puff pass habit
Blunt laced, aglet
Recreational havoc on we darker than blue
Marionette did do-si-do, dragged Nocchio
Lollygagging like some yoyo tugging yogi hoes
Deepthroating on Tootsie Pops
Licking what world may never know
All the way towards center fold
Couples, by the set, get their swing on
And dancers tether with roped poles
Spirits hop for hops, double Dutch
Emerald sky and stars ember, Heineken slush
Conversations harp on like logo Guinness
Must know your limits
Before you finish with a hum strum tongue out
Like envelope enclosures when they hung out
Safe to say little Nocchie was strung out
The Devil's playground isn't an idle mind

It's a mine full of your idols
You know, when all your counterparts surpass you
And they start to blow up before your very eyes

As a youngin' I would soil my pants
Pissed off father after covered crotch dance
3:4 Signature Waltz then Gwara Gwara
Switched right and left like walking inside a Target
Why bother chatter when bladder was leaking info
Now I'm a horrible gardener like Uncle Fiifi andTony
I'm always spilling my seed
Won't catch me Onan up to it
That's son of Judah
I am the Creme de la
Sharecrop circles out pictures been
Alienated too long and unidentified
Flying objectified
Despite breaking the mold
We all got images to uphold
How bold of aliens to italicize
Squares buried in the rough
Rhombi disguised, diamond cut

If only flowers bloom from my face
I'd believe you, I believe you
What if I also told you that mine could have two different meanings
One being of course, a land mine
the other a mine full of jewels
You know diamonds in the rough
But overtime you'll realize that
Idolizing man isn't vital to your survival
But nor is deeming them you rival
You'll figure it out

Yea and they party every day, every day, every day, uh yea every day uh

Two stones one bird
Slim competition
When there's featherweight bird chest niggas in my division
We threw this shit together like a diarrhea dodgeball
Too many Oswalds ouchea walking with Weenie out
Either way Lee Harvey done blue brain
TradeMarxMen, circled up like letter R
Ready to aim complaints at moment's notice
Secret shit discussed like porta potty confessional
Talking Pope John Pulp
Gulp down O
Renthenal James
Cutthroat jolt
Hurts like car
Rental tropes
Sounds of vitamin C
OJ soaked
Let's have toasts for avant off guard
Topless mimosas for brunch after you hunch
Learn how to cover chest, pectutorials
Get hipped to it how hula hoops do it
Though peers apply pressure
Temptation requires effort on both sides equated
For siblings I'll make trillions
Yea, Real Talk
But if flowers bloomed from face
I'd be Brandon Alexander Williams

Written by:
Julio Aguilar, Michael Blinya

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