Flowers

Chorus
Don’t send me flowers, Don’t send me mail
For where I’m going
I won’t need no bail

First verse
Five keys in some carrier bags
And the weed ain’t even vacuum packed

Had me smelling like a hippy’s aftershave
Thankfully the flat isn’t that far away
It’s about a twenty minute drive to the spot
If Old Bill pull me over I ain't gonna stop

So I stick the bags for life
In the back and drive
Casual vibes
I ain't even tryna pack it nice

I play it cooler than a hockey puck
Cruising down the main road
Listening to Iggy Pop
I do a left at the junction
I made it back safe
All this cheddar gave me butter fingers
I can’t catch another case
Chorus
Don’t send me flowers
Don’t send me mail
For where I’m going
I won’t need no bail

Second Verse
I’m tryna get the keys in the communal door
Them bags were getting heavy and my arms were feeling sore
Step inside my building can’t believe what I saw

The place was rife with feds
I could’ve swore they’d come for me
The situation was a mess
Couple fellas on the floor
With their hands behind their heads
Heart’s pounding out my chest
I hesitated for a second then thought fuckit
Now I’m stepping over bodies tryna make it to the stairs
One copper sees me coming and politely gets the door

Now I’m thinking that I might be in the clear
So I look him in his eyes
Flash a smile as I creep past
While stinking up the whole fucking landing with my weed plants

I’m halfway up the stairs when I hear… ‘Excuse me fella, excuse me’

Chorus
Don’t send me flowers, Don’t send me mail
For where I’m going
I won’t need no bail

Third verse
Some of these coppers have got savage guns
So I fucking panicked son
A vision flashes of me tryna crack him one
Might have to drop the bags and run

I ain't going back to prison
I ain't on it
I love the trees, I love the breeze, I love the blossom
The thought of keys and locks it leaves me feeling nautious
Fuck another cell I’d rather se a coffin
And fuck police…for the sake of freedom I ain't stopping
So I slowly turn around to see what piggy wanted
And I froze…it was shocking
He was holding up my wallet
Pat my pockets what a novice
How the fuck did I drop it…

I run the bags to the top of the stairs
They’re smelling loud how ain't he clocked it
Then I creep back and greet him with a “thanks a lot”
Took the cash and pot into the flat and cotched
(Finished off the job)