Acordes de Flowers
Glasses Malone
Glasses Malone

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Tonalidad: G major
Verse 1
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I'd advise you to
give them the flowers,
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while they still can smell it, real shit
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Good boy, look, where do I start?
Without you I wouldn't have a heart
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You helped raise a child,
you ain't even married,
but think about it
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You raised a couple, nigga, my mistake
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All these kids,
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yet I felt like I'm your only one
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All these boys,
you made me feel like I'm your only son
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So shit, I love you pops, I say it loud
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And I'd do whatever just
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to make you proud
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Always used to say, Charlie,
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this life ain't fair
No love for my father,
cause that coward wasn't there
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We only talked once, but I didn't cry
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Because my anger wouldn't
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let me feel for that stranger
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That nigga ain't no father,
why I call him that?
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But you died, made me cry
at the thought of that
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Open wealth, look,
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you deserve all of that
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Please ignore if the Lord try
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and call you back
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You all I got left
You all I got left
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in this cold hard world
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You all I got left,
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so please don't leave
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Renee, where do I start?
Without you I wouldn't have a heart
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I know my mama made
you cuss a couple times
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And I know you took it out on us
a couple times
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Shit, a couple rough patches,
yeah, we made it through
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And I finally got the right
words to say to you
Shit, I love you,
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I love you with all my heart
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When mom died cause of you,
I didn't fall apart
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You always seen the best
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when they see the worst
I'ma buy you that crib
before I leave this earth
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I got you this Christmas,
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at least a purse
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And even though you hide
it, I can see the hurt
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Just wanna say sorry for
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the shit that he did
But only cowards leave,
that's what you taught the kid
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And if it's real love, then you never quit
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Take care of yourself,
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I can't never see you sick
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You all I got left
You all I got left
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In this cold, world, you all I got left
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So please don't leave
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K, look, blood, nigga, fuck Facebook
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And I'm on it till that dirt
leave my coffin down
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Tryna be that uncle Kiki talk about
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Tryna be that uncle, don't let me look
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Like, here's a couple hundred
when she hit me up
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Precious of a pair, must be hard as hell
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And it's plain why our mama
probably went to jail
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I know you feel guilty, nigga, let it go
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Mama was a hustler tryin'
to get the dough
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Street life, that's what she knew
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And get that money is what
the fuck you do
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Shit, I pray to God
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that your soul find peace
Glad you quit the pills
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Stuck with that weed, fast life, and I blood
But you must reduce the speed
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I can't lose you to these streets,
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you all I got left
You all I got left
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in this fucked up world
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You all I got left, nigga,
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so please don't leave
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F#m
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You
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