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letra de everyone's roses - stormitive

[intro]
smooth jazz
little bit of groove jazz
smooth jazz
little bit of groove jazz

[chorus]
every, whoa niz, roses
hopeless dopes’ve chosen prose-less poets
close to no sh-t
wokeless folks’ve rosen show it, potions go swift
foeless posers toting no riffs
always chosen
man, they always chosen

[verse 1]
open up the ocean, you’re soaking in my devotion
soaking up in rivers, you look a little bit boatless
sister, please believe me, my hopes are still floating
wrists are really needy, i’ve rosen through poetry
hips are rarely loose-leaf, hope this dude’s brokering
making big money like the big shots make it
but the big shots shots seem a bit off-taken
when their power grows stronger than an army of a nation
what would you do? who is who is listening to you
and in your crew, there’s a few who seem different than you
so you just do what you’ve been offered to continue to do, to offer
roses. soaked in quotes to use openly
everybody who could hope it’s me chose to be
fans of the sound, they listen, it’s dope
but if it isn’t, no remorse if you isn’t the goat
i’m just aware of your consistent approach, and you know it is

[verse 2]
everything in my power, you know i’m gonna do it to
keep on providing something, trying to get through to you
open up everywhere, essentially free
i’d rather speak to peeps then go and try to sell a cd
i’m a superhuman dude and the music that proves it
is bouncing off your neurons through some fluids and juices
slicing through your daily life and hurling the monotony
nothing but some time and joy are what provoke my offerings
f-ck waiting, rhyming slowly, taking time to say sh-t patiently
i have roses to offer and they come in humongous waves, see
one last big one for the bois and for the chasing
everything at once, i have tightened my laces
i want too much everything, gotta get settled
carefully sheltering something to meddle with
everyone’s driving but i am just peddling
don’t want my rose thorns to fold, quit, or scare me

[verse 3]
there’s something with these syllables and verses, it’s perfect
i don’t know if you have, i hope you’ve heard it, the words that
speak to you in ways which you feel have never been said
so the soul’s a loose cannon, so music can smooth your edge
so what if we’re all just really impactable and that’s why we listen to rap in big apples?
or small apples, or tall apples, i’ve been writing for a minute, lemme calm it down
i’ve been hiding for a minute, but i’m stronger now as i want to offer roses that are hopeful now
like the many chosen poets have grown in pounds, open doubts seeming ‘round’ the dopest sound
but they’re so profound, pulse rate on the culture, found. eyesight above the pitchers mound within his sound
or her sound, or their sound, i’ve been drowning for a minute, but i’m standing now
can’t believe how many artists really standing out, not understandable how many artists really stood out
i’ve been hitting quite hard on the books now, trying to imbibe some more good looks now
always worth a try if that p-ssion’s devoted
so many people, you look good unfrozen
offering everything, offering hope with
dozens and dozens of everyone’s roses
hundreds and hundreds of everyone’s roses
lungs, teeth, and tongue speaking everyone’s roses…

(outro – ooo)

- stormitive

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