[Verse 1]
Hanging on a limb flowing from the wind
Cracking in the night just like a whip
Run up the plastic commodity
Domestic rain will sanitize the scene
[Chorus]
Natural inclination
Wicked and can stack up pretty quick
The soil’s got a fever!
[Verse 2]
Lunches that expressed and lassoed in
In turn, led to names on the teller’s list
Justice bleeds, now shaking in her cell
While cinder blocks, they pile all around
[Chorus]
Natural inclination
Left to grow an hour in the shade
The soil’s got a fever!