Roses Lyrics

Roses

[Verse One - Andre 3000]
Caroline! Caroline!
All the guys would say she's
mighty fine
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time
And the
other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short
Yeah, now dig this,
even though
You'd need a golden calculator to divide
The time it took to
look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls,
yeah!

[Chorus- Repeat 2x]
I know you'd like to thank your shit don't
stank
But lean a little bit closer
See that roses really smell like
boo-boo
Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo

[Verse Two - Andre
3000]
Caroline! See she's the reason for the word "bitch"
I hope she's
speeding on the way to the club
Trying to hurry up to get to some
Baller
or singer or somebody like that
And try to put on her makeup in the
mirror
And crash, crash, crash.. into a ditch! (Just Playing!)
She needs
a golden calculator to divide
The time it took to look inside and realize
that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls,
yeah!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Well she's got a hotty body, but
her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party she was hardly acting
naughty
I said "Would you call me?"
She said "Pardon me, are you
ballin'?"
I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing"
Oh so
you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts
But game
been peeped, dropping names she's weak
Trickin' off this bitch is
lost
Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat
A neat place sleep, a
rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat
Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS
test is flawless
Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no
lawyers
And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom
I wanna see ya
support bra not support you!
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit
chasin' cars
What happens when the dough get so low
Bitch, you ain't that
fine
No way.. no way.. no way

[Repeat 2x]
Crazy bitch
Bitch,
stupid ass bitch
Old punk ass bitch, old dumbass bitch
A bitch's bitch,
just a bitch