Tulips & Roses Songtext

von G-Eazy

(Ooh, la, la-la, la, la)
(Then the crowd calls)
Hm, hm, hm, hm
Bonsoir, (oh, la, la-la)
Gerry en Paris
Uh

Sittin′ on my terrace in Paris
Sun risin' up as strangers leave my hotel
After parties thanks God for NDAs
Everything you saw tonight, don′t tell
Understand the urge
But would you please not share this?

Get triggered when I see a camera open, it scares us
Posted on her Close Friends to show off she's near us
Actin' off of impulse, she′s tipsy and careless
I swear, there′s a scarcity of self awareness

I was fadеd when I wrote this, off the microdosеs
Mushrooms, chocolates, and bottomless Mimosas
It's been a decade since I knew what being broke is
Being livin′ out RIMOWAs
And I barely know what home is

Mmm
If I fell, who would catch me?
Uh
If I was down, who would grab me?
Is that the truth, or are you just tryin' to gas me?
In Hollywood Hills, i′m Los Angeles Gatsby

When you walk away, they'll miss you
But stay away too long, they might forget you
′Cause nothing ever lasts forever
Nothing ever lasts forever

Clout's a hell of a drug, I'm so off of it
My star′s back shining bright, I just polished it
This shit′ll get away from you if you ain't on top of it
Take too long stirring the sauce, you get lost in it

There comes a time as a man you gotta stack up
Watched it fall apart, time to pick the pieces back up
Had to get this off, someone book a studio
Driver, pull the Cadillac up
Jesse, load a track up

Somethin′ in my spirit woke back up
Like I just sat up
Drop a album, hang another plaque up
Time to go to work, pick the slack up
Please, no more comparisons
You ain't gotta bring that up

Salute my brothers, we can all coexist
Been cooking in the kitchen with the Based God wrist
Took a hiatus, I′m like, "What did I miss?"
Gerald's back in his bag, they don′t do it like this

A certified legend if I quit at this moment
Should already know this, I'm really one of the coldest
So I need all my respect, I need my tulips and roses
I made my record label fortunes and I met all my quotas
Been a while, had to come remind
Y'all who the G.O.A.T. is

Bitch, you got me fucked up
You know?, ha, ha
Talk to me nice, ha, ha
It′s that time again

(Ooh, la, la-la)
When you walk away, they′ll miss you, (oh)
But stay away too long, they might forget you, (oh)
'Cause nothing ever lasts forever, (oh)
Nothing ever lasts forever

(Ooh, la, la-la)
(Then the crowd calls)
(Ooh, la, la-la)
(Who′s gonna catch me when I fall down)