Every time he'd talk about her, She was a flower for the takin', Her beauty cut just like a knife He was a banker from Macon, He swore he'd love her all a his life He bought her a mansion on the mountain, With a formal garden and a lot a land But

He's a souldier And he's a souldier Yeah, he's a souldier But he's a souldier He is fighting and fighting for some more Yeah, he is fighting and fighting for love now He is fighting, fighting for some more I saw him with my eyes, bearing roses in his

This is how we do, yeah, chilling, laid back Straight stuntin’ ya we do it like that This is how we do, do do, this is how we do It's no big deal, it's no big deal, it's no big deal This is no big deal This is how we do Sipping on rosé, sipping on sun,

I'm wishing on a star To follow where you are And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I'm wishing on a dream To follow what it means I feel it's time we should make up, baby I feel it's time for us to get back together And make the best of things, oh,

I be balling like I am Derrick Rose Killing my competition like I'm Rogue Luv is rage I'm in the crowd at my shows I just want all of my niggas to ball I just want all of my niggas to see, all the shit that I might not get to see I just want all of my

She wouldn't say goodbye So if she's somewhere near me I hope to God she hears me There's no one else Could ever make me feel I'm so alive I hoped she'd never leave me Please God you must believe me I've searched the universe

You are the flower for my rain, you are the flower for my rain You never lose a minute, if in it there is love And "old man time" always pulls you through It's better not to depend on the morning dew For the rose you plant in your bed tends to you, hard

If your man get personal, want to have your fun I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side Best come on back to Friar's Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long But my Friar's Point

I said me, uh When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens I said me, haha, yeah Bright copper kettles and warm

I used to love her, oh yeah but I had to kill her I used to love her but I had to kill her And I can still hear her complain She bitched so much, she drove me nuts I had to put her six feet under I used to love her, yeah but I had to kill her I knew I'll