[Hook: Nikki Flores]
Just like a rose
Everybody knows that you are so beautiful
But I feel a thorn in my hide
I should've known, we can't repair what we broke
But I held you close
Too close
I should've left your roses at the door
They're sharper than before
And I don't want them no more
I should've left your roses at the door
They're sharper than before
And I don't need them no more
[Verse 1: Nas]
I have no time to give you guidance
Barely have any fuck time either
Hefner minded like, I think you're fine, but
I seen the finest women that ever came out a beaver
Mind reader, can tell she vegan or not when I meet her
Or if she insecure, most are
If she's mixed, a possible psycho alert goes off
Not a judge cause a judge dont wear no draws, yet he allows
Everything to go to your spouse when you end your vows
My tax bracket not enough blacks have it
Who should I date? Project chick or Cuban actress?
A white chick, they might flip talking that blackness
Should only attract black shit, I'm an ass magnet
If you mad at that, you'll be mad forever
Never played you, I prayed we would stay together
Wished it'd last forever, know what I mean
Heard you tear a rose from the roots
The rose screams
[Hook: Nikki Flores]
Just like a rose
Everybody knows that you are so beautiful
But I feel a thorn in my hide
I should've known, we can't repair what we broke
But I held you close
Too close
[Verse 2: Nas]
Them Xanax can't manage your maniac manic depressive expressions
They some silent killers
The stress shit
Got to put ? in a lot of Niggas
I'm blowing medical
It helps chill a violent temper
I'd a went to hell and back
You always think your right
You know when you wrong
But still you want to fight
Will people like my song?
You want to kill em right?
You resent me every time I make a million right?
You want to experience life when your calling all the shots
Ordering bottles for all your girls up in the spot
Have your own cash
Own your own Benz, your own house
Everything me I understand
Thought you would bask in the glory as Queen bee
Put you on under Martin Scorsese: Mean street
The first movie he made, thought that was fly
I thought you was flyer
You a fuckin' liar
[Hook: Nikki Flores]
Just like a rose
Everybody knows that you are so beautiful
But I feel a thorn in my hide
I should've known, we can't repair what we broke
But I held you close
Too close
I should've left your roses at the door
They're sharper than before
And I don't want them no more
I should've left your roses at the door
They're sharper than before
And I don't need them no more
