文本歌词

Flower Child (花样儿童) - Nitty Scott MC/Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)
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 a start
Let me Michelangelo my Sistine Chapel
You know they say Rome wasn't built in a day
And diamonds need a while
'Fore they hit the display
So I guess I see myself in a similar way
I'm paste like my mamma in the kitchen whippin'
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 tryna do it justice when it play back
Sometimes I gotta stall the bpm
Yeah so I can weave these dreams
And polish up these jems
In the end I got love for the showbiz
But sometimes you gotta stop
And smell the roses
Keeping up with the Kardashians
And Jones' nah
I take my time and compose this
They say greatness gets 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
Okay buffering creativity suffering
When you bustlin' hustlin for the numbers in
You miss the journey if you climb too fast
The beauty of the struggle
When it comes to pass
Amateurs swear they need to balance it
I want that legendary like Excalibur
Chasing calipers
Liberated as a bachelor traveller
Never fallen victim to these calenders
Uh rough draft after rough draft
No staff perfecting all 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 they talkin 'bout less I stress
Quantity ain't always quality
So let me formulate my prophecy
When the lights get low
You notice I am the sun
The winter time was snowball
Only little you know
I still breath give me the cheese
I'm resuscitating the game
See me and cpr
My name is a gun cocked gunshot
Dead and I won't stop
Gun cocked gun shot
Head in a palm box
With a dozen roses
Hole-less with a giftcard
Gun cocked gun shot
Flowers well you mamashit
They say greatness gets 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 Flower child
They say greatness gets better with time
So why expedite my prime
See I'm just a life lag 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
Let me
Grow grow grow