[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!