Lanzo. - Oak Tree lyrics

In the backyard, I got an oak tree Just a few feet from where my home be It's getting kind of tall, looking like it might just fall Get a chance, pick an axe, and I roll sleeves Looking for the sharpest in the shed A marksman with the lead, but tonight I'm chopping off the bark until it shreds, I argue in my head About how I should progress from the start to when it ends Swinging sh**ty shots like I'm Anne Lamott Act a lot like I'm King Arthur protecting Camelot Because I worked hard to raise it, and harder to maintain it So no tree is falling on my house if I'm able to change it The blade hits the trunk jumbled up bits of junk Looking like cat scratches on a couch, litter much? I'll fix it up tomorrow, need to get some rest And I guess the biggest bucket doesn't paint the picture best I'm stressed Zzzzz Awoken as the branches and the limbs go Provoking as they're tapping on my window I'm hoping for the chance this will be simple Go outside; take a glance at what I did so… Awoken as the branches and the limbs go Provoking as they're tapping on my window I'm hoping for the chance this will be simple Go outside; take a glance at what I did so far And what I see around the wood are incisions No precision, up and beat around the bush And look, I tell myself I need to focus Procrastination ain't a thing to cope with my magnum opus is Exhibiting a nice hook, grabbing neighbors' attention Single axe slashing execution is the sentence I'm chopping treeses to pieces while mobbing deeper than deep is Was lost in research and leaves until I sharpened up the thesis With these three points, now I'm getting to the body of it Acorns dropping as the thoughts become a common function Stop at nothing with the rhythm that my mind conducts Because if it's interrupted, I go back to being not productive Still throwing blows at the trunk That much closer toward it becoming a stump Once more and I think it falls Swing the axe back and at last, the timber is called Applause