[Intro – Funky bass, swirling organ, whispered vocals] They told me to stop and smell the flowers… So I did. Now I’ve been smelling this one for an hour. Ha-ha-ha! [Verse 1] Got a little garden in the back of my mind, Where the sun shines green and the stars unwind. Mama said, “Honey, let your roots run deep,” Daddy said, “Plant what you wanna reap.” Got a little purple, got a little gold, Got some sticky stories that ain’t been told. Everybody’s growing at their own damn speed, Some call it a flower, some call it a weed. [Pre-Chorus – Dreamy harmonies] Pass the sunshine, spread the love, Little green blessings from up above. No need to rush, no need to flee, We’re just getting high on the family tree! [Chorus – Big, infectious, funky] We’re blooming, baby, blooming wild! Flower children with a crooked smile! Petals in the air, roots down deep, Planting little dreams that we wanna keep! Ohhh, let the good times roll, A little green sunshine for the soul! We’re all just flowers, can’t you see? Getting high on the family tree! [Verse 2 – Playful, syncopated vocals] Auntie brought brownies, Uncle brought a grin, Cousin said, “What the hell did you put in them?” Grandma’s in the garden, talking to the trees, Saying, “That’s some mighty fine botany!” Got a rose on the table, a bud in the jar, A little bit of heaven in a Mason jar. You can pick your flowers, you can pick your friends, But the best kind of garden never really ends. [Pre-Chorus] Let the sunshine kiss your face, Every little bud deserves its space. Different branches, same old seed, Love’s the only thing we really need! [Chorus – Full harmonies] We’re blooming, baby, blooming wild! Flower children with a crooked smile! Petals in the air, roots down deep, Planting little dreams that we wanna keep! Ohhh, let the good times roll, A little green sunshine for the soul! We’re all just flowers, can’t you see? Getting high on the family tree! [Psychedelic Instrumental Break – Wah-wah guitar, funky bass, swirling synths] [Whispered voices panning left and right] “Is that a rose?” “Nope.” “Is that a daisy?” “Nope.” “Well, what the hell is it?” “That’s a family heirloom, baby!” [Bridge – Slow, dreamy, cosmic] Some flowers bloom in the morning light, Some come alive in the dead of night. Some need water, some need rain, Some just need a little Mary Jane. We got roots that run forever, Branches growing through the weather. And when the world gets hard to see, Come get lost beneath our tree. [Final Chorus – Explosive, gospel-funk harmonies] WE’RE BLOOMING, BABY, BLOOMING WILD! Flower children with a crooked smile! Let the whole damn garden sing, Every little bud’s a beautiful thing! Ohhh, let the good times roll, A little green sunshine for the soul! We’re all just flowers, can’t you see? Getting high on the family tree! [Outro – Bass groove fades, laughter] Grandma said, “Stop and smell the roses.” I said, “Grandma, that’s not a rose.” She said… “I KNOW.” [Wah-wah guitar sting. Laughter. Fade out.]
