Dandelions
Dandelions
For my girls
I ain't lying just being a little exotic
You can blow on em' or you can just hold em'
I ain't minding, even when you're crying
Any which way you wanna go with em'
I like the feeling
Of being sentimental and also a little mental
I don't mind crying but I prefer them being tears of joy over rage
Anything over rage
Anything over, man
And everything over age, I'm over that
When I look back at my
Dandelions
For my three girls
Dandelions
For my three girls
You can throw em' or you can merely hold em'
Yeah, you can throw em'
Or you can plain plum hold em'
Sure I like trying
Coming up with something a little extra caricular
But a lot of the time it's
It's the simple things in life that do
That really do
They can blow on em' (or they can plain hold em')
Yeah, you can blow on em'
Or you can merely hold em'
Woo
Dandelions
For my three girls
Dandelions for my three girls
I ain't lying just being a little exotic
You can throw em'
Or you can just plain plum hold em'
I ain't lying
Just feeling coming up on a quick, quick, silent sentiment
On a slow, slow, burn, burn, tune, tune
That I wrote for her
You and you and you and
(Dandelions)
Dandelions
For my three girl
Three baby girls
(Sounded pretty sick)
Writer/s: Kurt Samuel Vile