[Produced by Al Shux & Dan Wilson]

[Chorus: Nikki Flores]

Just like a rose, everybody knows

That you are so beautiful, but I feel a thorn on my hide

I should've known we can't repair what we broke

But I held you close, too close

[Post-Chorus: Nikki Flores]

I should've left your roses at the door, they're sharper than before

And I don't want them no more

I should've left your roses at the door, they're sharper than before

And I don't need 'em no more, mm-mm

[Verse 1: Nas]

I have no time to give you guidance, barely have any fuck time either

Hefner-minded, like, I think you're fine, but

I seen the finest women that ever came out a beaver

Mind reader, can tell she vegan or not when I meet her

Or if she insecure, most are

If she's mixed, a possible psycho alert goes off

Not a judge, 'cause a judge don't wear no draws, yet he allows

Everything to go to your spouse when you end your vows

My tax bracket, not enough Blacks have it

Who should I date, project chick or Cuban actress?

A white chick, they might flip talking that Blackness

Should only attract Black shit, I'm an ass magnet

If you mad at that, you'll be mad forever

Never played you, I prayed we would stay together

Wished it'd last forever, know what I mean?

Heard you tear a rose from the roots, the rose screams

[Chorus: Nikki Flores]

Just like a rose, everybody knows

That you are so beautiful, but I feel a thorn on my hide

I should've known we can't repair what we broke

But I held you close, too close

[Verse 2: Nas]

Them Xanax can't manage your maniac manic depressive expressions

They some silent killers, that stress shit

That put ulcers in a lot of niggas

I'm blowing medical, it helps chill a violent temper

I done went to Hell and back, you always think you right

You know when you wrong, and still you want to fight

When people like my song, you want to kill 'em, right?

You resent me every time I make a million, right?

You wanna experience life when you calling all the shots

Ordering bottles for all your girls up in the spot

Have your own cash, own your own Benz

Your own house, everything me, I understand

Thought you would bask in the glory as queen bee

Put you onto Martin Scorsese, Mean Street

The first movie he made, thought that was fly

I thought you was flyer, you a fucking liar

[Chorus: Nikki Flores]

Just like a rose, everybody knows

That you are so beautiful, but I feel a thorn on my hide

I should've known we can't repair what we broke

But I held you close, too close

[Post-Chorus: Nikki Flores]

I should've left your roses at the door, they're sharper than before

And I don't want them no more

I should've left your roses at the door, they're sharper than before

And I don't need 'em no more, mm-mm