Les Fleurs - Ivy Sole

Do you want your flowers now?

Or should I wait until the morning

Takes your breath away?

Baby, don’t you know by now

We might not make it

We might not make it

Do you want your flowers now?

Or should I wait until the morning

Takes your breath away?

Baby, don’t you know by now

We might not make it

We might not make it

Do you want your flowers now?

Or should I wait until the morning

Takes your breath away?

Baby, don’t you know by now

We might not make it

We might not make it

Someone told me work is worship

So perhaps I’m a believer

Perhaps my greatest love is god

‘Cause purpose helps me breathe here

I’ve watched my peers turn their intentions to now

Turn their pining to present, turn their lost into found

We’re the gifted and proud

But there’s no school for music, shit

And you would think by now I would be used to it

But, here I am, still doubting my worth

Still faithless and crawling, still patient and clawing

It be your own trauma

It be your own mama

It be the one that say they want you

But then don’t call you

It be your work ethic

It be your own depression

It be your insecurities and every life lesson

I just hope you get the flowers you deserve

I hope you tend your garden and I hope you love the work

I wish you well in healing, I pray you find your truth

I pray you find yourself and in yourself, you find your youth