J Molley – Flower Child Lyrics

J Molley – Flower Child Lyrics

Lyrics For Flower Child By J Molley

[ Verse 1 ]
She a flower child ooh
I’m like D. Rose when I shoot
15 on the shoes so when we kick it please salute
I been re upping on the side
I heard y’all still tryna reboot
Shawty schedule tight like vacuum seal
But for me she getting loose
You people never want the truth
Bouta dip and turn to a recluse
Medieval king I’m drinking Dusse
Rope around my neck
Wait I ain’t talking bout a noose
All everybody want is money
He gone hit me up to get it from me
Coming from me isn’t it funny
I’m just tryna teach em like I’m Ghandi

[ Chorus ]
Felling way too good I’m feeling liberated
Know that you don’t understand so you’re just sitting hating
I know that you’re in pain that’s why you’re just complaining
Just get on my plane
There ain’t no point in waiting

[ Verse 2 ]
She gon sip that henny till she lost
Vlone on my shirt you know the cost
There I go speaking about designer
Ego dancing with me like the club playing Rihanna
I feel like tony Montana
Bad enough for 2 just like she Hannah
Wanna see what’s under like a scanner
Stripping for me on Monday like we in Atlanta

[ Chorus ]
Felling way too good I’m feeling liberated
Know that you don’t understand so you’re just sitting hating
I know that you’re in pain that’s why you’re just complaining
Just get on my plane
There ain’t no point in waiting

[ Bridge ]
Yeah I’m smoking loud and I be on my peace shit
I be in the now I ain’t tryna repeat shit
Don’t believe in fear cause I don’t really need it
It ain’t true if it don’t help so rather don’t believe it

Feeling way too good I’m in another space and
I’m on a mission that I can’t abort
Cannot conform and spread a message I do not endorse
They living life like at end of it they get reports

[ Outro ]
I’m like D. Rose when I shoot
15 on the shoes so when we kick it please salute
I been re upping on the side
I heard y’all still tryna reboot
Shawty schedule tight like vacuum seal
But for me she getting loose
You people never want the truth
Bouta dip and turn to a recluse
Medieval king I’m drinking Dusse
Rope around my neck
Wait I ain’t talking bout a noose

 

 

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