Stupid Rose - Kweku Collins

Stupid roses

Stupid

If I’m a rapper, she’s a bad bitch

I would sit behind her in my classes

I used to love her something stupid

Stupid

I used to love her something stupid

Yeah, I don’t know if I remember where she lived now

And even so, it’s not as if we would have fit, oh

Yeah she was wild, I was different, we was kids then

And this was way before my love for cannabis, woah

And I was waiting on a ride that never did show

And I debated back and forth among my friends

But see these roses turn from red to black again now

You stupid roses, I done told you cut that shit out

You stupid fucking roses

You stupid roses

Hey you stupid fucking roses

Hey you stupid roses

If I’m a rapper, then she’s a bad bitch

Not that she isn’t

That’s just invalid

I used to try to never do this

Now I do this

But everything I try was useless

Caught the contact again

Call the contact for more

Caaught the call, call it out

Cut the signal, come on

Send the satellite off

Airplane mode that, yo

You’ll be rolling coastin cold

If you ever grow that rose

Like I got a girl, I can’t be fucking with you

But maybe magnetic is our only MO, I never did level with mine

Until she sat across from me

My curiosity coiled like a snake around a finger

Like another bouquet of these fucking roses

Trying to duck the motion

But it knows me better

Fucking missile crisis

Shoot me out to blue

And blend me into red

Cause she can read me too

She’ll never tell a soul

But someone beat her to it

Saying Rome was lost

But it was not a ruin

Ruin, rah er rah

Anyway

I just stand there holding

A dozen of these roses

These stupid fucking roses

You stupid roses

Hey you stupid fucking roses

Hey you stupid roses

I just wah-

I just want

Make your soul come out your body

Your body, bae

Wanna make your soul leave

I just wah-

I just want

Make your soul come out your body

Your body, bae

Wanna make your soul leave