Landalin - Flower Child Lyrics

You a flower child
Rockin' handmade headbands
Sunflower incense
Burn it with some Headband
Off the chain
Got me leanin' like a kickstand
Sink into the couch like quicksand
February ain't the only time for bouqets
Cross the street to the corner store for that Lupe
Food 'n' liquor and then some
Sippin' on yo Kool-Aid
And she can roll the hell out of a blunt on a Tuesday
SWEETTOOTH's a metaphor for a better trip
We neva trip like a crutch and puff the hell out of a spliff
My little White Owl
Neva on the foul tip
You got me high hangin' off the mountain cliff
Colder than the mountain tip
Swear she 'bout her shit
'Bout her, 'bout her shit
Never counterfeit
Still her exes never amount to shit
I'm proud of it
Shout out to the girls who can roll you up a pearl
If I could baby girl
I would give you the world