Rotting flowers can still smell sweet
I took a tab of acid, that shit made my week
Growin shrooms in my bedroom
Type of penis, that’ll make me weak
Crying tears in rivers of happiness
I ain’t been good, since last week
Bottle closed, nose is runny
Though bout you, I ain’t that lucky
I’m stuck in past ways, smokin the same haze
But this summer lasting all year
This summer lastin...