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Roses
Rapper Big Pooh feat. Ab-Liva
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Round of applause for the weary
I don't think the people hear me
Not until my feet get tired and my heart gives out
Will they finally stand up and shout
But I need the smell of roses
Yeah, I need the smell of roses
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Two feet settle in, I was rhyme peddling
Tryna find a balance, but the scales remain tilted
I remain jilted, loving it from a distance
Caught in this new era, want it all in an instant
Product of intuition, past product positions
Tired of honorable mentions and critically acclaimed
Repeat the same failure, you insane
I repeat the other side of your peak is not the same
People take a peek, express shame 'cause we call business a game
They don't recognize the game, it's a look behind the curtain
Carpet and velvet ropes, fireworks on your bottles
Reality shows and models, that's the job in her bio
You can buy your ticket every day and still never hit the lotto
You ready to work and get what you want?
I used to wanna flaunt what I had 'til I did all of the math
I'm a check away from living out the trunk
Round of applause for the weary
I don't think the people hear me
Not until my feet get tired and my heart gives out
Will they finally stand up and shout
But I need the smell of roses
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I need the smell of roses
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Underrated, huh? Never hated, huh?
Found my place in the sun and was motivated
By chasing heels of the greatest and pulling up in that latest
Paid in Full album cover was everything to this young mind
Young eye, Gucci-clad in the summertime
Thousand verse Rolodex so I felt like the summer's mine
Outcast but I still want my roses
Outlast many men, what I compose is
Magnum opus, dosage, they thinking that I cloned it
Consistently raise the bar, every dose potent
Focus on the drums and I conjure the ghost of self
He before me think big, the car chauffeured
Playing life after death as an ode to Lamar Odom
If a soul's ready to die, listen and you can quote him
Restare, revise, read aloud, I rewrote 'em
When the writing's on the wall, evidence that he's chosen
You know what he's holding
He totem to the top so give him what he's owed then
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