Nitty Scott - Flower Child lyrics

[Verse 1: Nitty Scott] 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 his start Let me Michelangelo my Sistine Chapel You know they say Rome wasn't built in a day And diamonds need a while before they hit the display So I guess I see myself in a similar way I'm paced, like my momma in the kitchen whipping 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 trying to do it justice when it play back Sometimes I gotta stall the BPM So I can weave these dreams and polish up these gems In the end, I got love for the show biz But sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses Keeping up with the Kardashians and Joneses Nah, I take my time and compose this [Hook] They say greatness get 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 [Verse 2: Nitty Scott] Okay, buffering, creativity suffering When you bustlin' hustlin' for the numbers and You missed the journey if you climbed too fast The beauty of the struggle when it comes to pa** Amateurs swear they need a balancer I want that legendary like excalibur Chasing calibers liberated as a bachelor Traveler, never falling victim to these calendars Rough draft after rough draft No staff, perfecting on 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 I'm talking bout less, I stress Quantity ain't always quality So let me formulate my prophecy [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] When the lights get low and you notice I am the sun The winter time was snow but only little you know I will still breathe, give me the keys I'm resuscitating the game, see me in CPR My name is a gun co*ked, gun shot Dead and I won't stop Gun co*ked, gun shot Head in a pine box With a dozen roses, hold this with a gift card Gun co*ked, gun shot Flowers on your momma's yard [Hook] [Outro: Nitty Scott] They say greatness gets better with time So why expedite my prime? See I'm just a lilac 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 grow