Charlie Hayley - Floral lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm tryna make a mint, yet I've always hated menthol I've traveled round the states, and every place was better than home Cause home is full of hate that's why my plate i'd take with a thumb Of vodka, or was it a finger, it doesn't matter, does it Long as it makes me keep these poison thoughts locked in the closet No Frank Ocean, no lame boasting, just pain coasting Or coursing through my veins, you'll never hear me praying Cause prayer is for pure ones, the people that still have hope But I got as much as a b**h who's tryna bone the damn pope Walk along me for a day and see what I could never say And if you understand me then, then maybe we'll go all the way Back to the days when I wasn't angry, wait that was never So then you're angry at yourself, well girl you're awfully clever And sh** you're pretty too, the perfect combination I asked her why she's crying, she said it's condensation [Hook: Jean Deaux] I had a couple drinks, and I wonder If I could call you, tomorrow and borrow, your heart See I've been stressing for a blessing The one that would set me apart, set me apart I got all my problems, but I no have no weed When they say money solve 'em, I say "No, not me" And I don't love no more, but I'll just let you be Cause you see all my problems and you still had loved me [Verse 2] Well it was worth a shot, burning in this melting pot She could never open up, even though I tried a lot To pry her open like a stuck door handle, floral jeans Was what she wore and she made it look good, by all means Tell me how I like her while I f**ing hate her clothes Tell me how I despise her while I love her head to toes Sell me your fake dreams, your sweet myths, your false hopes Because I could use them all, I need a purpose to stay afloat As right now my life is lacking one that I could mention Asking awkward questions need a knife to cut this tension And I could use that knife right now, cause I'm going out of my mind Listening to Stevie Wonder, swerving sideways, driving blind Fine, I lied, it's more like driving impaired Cause I got one eye open and the other just stares Back in the past, and it's got me feeling Seahawk blue I ain't getting over you, so what do you propose we do?