Young trees swayin' in the storm
Who could know so well
What stories they may tell
One child standing outside by their ‘lone
What a restless dream
Things ain't what they seem
My purpose weighs a ton
Some got the good book some got a gun
If they got both, then you probably need to run
Mother said boy don't you come undone
Son your day soon come
There's a prophetic gift on ya. Nah
That was way too much
Thinking about multitude of girls touch
For some they got ten tears
A few made it back
With bad nerves and cut teeth
What truth lies beneath? (3x)
Oh. Young trees swayin' in the storm
Who could know so well
What stories they may tell
One child standing outside by their ‘lone
What a restless dream (just f**ing let'em in man)
(let's all go to heaven) things ain't what they seem
Brother where you be at
It's time to go, I just hit the owner in his trap
Took the toy and f**ing gat
It happens like that
Boys and blue come a rat-a-tat-tat
They came at me with brute force
Hands on boss, 100 deep and 10 across
They could not get their point across
Baby it was lost on me yeah
See I'm just a wild man
At home in a penthouse, statehouse or caravan
Wherever the day to be
Could be in a rock, white feather or rosary
Whoa
Let's burn a Thai and chill
You got time to k**, but time to live
Oh. You've got aeons. (2x)