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Spark Flower

love a girl And just as flowers can brighten your world There's someone who died to show His love The love you seek comes from above He picks a white flower

right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right) They pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

it, honey Take it money, now let's get it I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle Forty-five sparks turn

'cause I'm thirty-two, dressed like I'm twenty-two Flow like a eighteen, do what I wanna do Goin' on my eighth ring, got Phil Jackson's and Flow is black

't take the pain They extinguish the spark of life For others it comforts, a companion in the night It lives where love has died, this ghostfire Where poison flowers

love yeah I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mis-happenin's, nigga We from the Bronx, New York shit happens Kids clappin', love to spark the place

my way If we stay here we're not together Anywhere is The moon upon the ocean Is swept around in motion But without ever knowing The reason for its flowing

know that the fixtures diggin it look at her go, she kill it, bad ass boots big ass caboose I'm tryin to get her drunk Take her to the telian goose Spark

deep hole, the industry Debo We built these niggas ground up now what they figured we fold Figure fours on the competition, I yoke 'em Tell me your jokin', my flow