Roses - Nas

Just like a rose

Everybody knows that you are so beautiful

But I feel a thorn in my hide

I should’ve known, we can’t repair what we broke

But I held you close

Too close

I should’ve left your roses at the door

They’re sharper than before

And I don’t want them no more

I should’ve left your roses at the door

They’re sharper than before

And I don’t need them no more

I have no time to give you guidance

Barely have any fuck time either

Hefner minded like, I think you’re fine, but

I seen the finest women that ever came out a beaver

Mind reader, can tell she vegan or not when I meet her

Or if she insecure, most are

If she’s mixed, a possible psycho alert goes off

Not a judge cause a judge don’t wear no draws, yet he allows

Everything to go to your spouse when you end your vows

My tax bracket not enough blacks have it

Who should I date?

Project chick or Cuban actress?

A white chick, they might flip talking that blackness

Should only attract black shit, I’m an ass magnet

If you mad at that, you’ll be mad forever

Never played you, I prayed we would stay together

Wished it’d last forever, know what I mean

Heard you tear a rose from the roots, the rose screams

Just like a rose

Everybody knows that you are so beautiful

But I feel a thorn in my hide

I should’ve known, we can’t repair what we broke

But I held you close

Too close

Them Xanax can’t manage your maniac manic depressive expressions

They some silent killers, that stress shit

That put ulcers in a lot of niggas

I’m blowing medical, it helps chill a violent temper

I done went to hell and back, you always think you right

You know when you wrong, and still you want to fight

When people like my song, you want to kill 'em right?

You resent me every time I make a million right?

You want to experience life when you calling all the shots

Ordering bottles for all your girls up in the spot

Have your own cash, own your own Benz

Your own house, everything, me, I understand

Thought you would bask in the glory as Queen Bee

Put you on under Martin Scorsese: Mean Street

The first movie he made, thought that was fly

I thought you was flyer, you a fuckin' liar

Just like a rose

Everybody knows that you are so beautiful

But I feel a thorn in my hide

I should’ve known, we can’t repair what we broke

But I held you close

Too close

I should’ve left your roses at the door

They’re sharper than before

And I don’t want them no more

I should’ve left your roses at the door

They’re sharper than before

And I don’t need them no more