[Verse 1: Jonwayne]

When I die, I wanna grow into a tree

I want 'em to bury me

Mixed in with soil and leaves

And when I'm stretched 'cross the land

And your son cuts me down

I wanna be the book your grandchildren read aloud

With the tape on my spine

I'm still proud

I want 'em to hand me down

And give me to Goodwill

And price me for a dollar

Still get shoplifted, hell

Torn open just to give a man shelter, shit

That's the world of my wishes

This paper my motivation

Money the sole witness

My bones are just branches: saplings

Twisting, matching

Everything I had to live with

When the flower blooms

It's whatever I'm in tune with

That's what I hope you take pictures of

The line between misery and living-breathing is thin enough

I struggle to be

The seed that I love

But

When the time comes

[Hook: Shango]

Rooted in the purpose and the prose

We hope whatever grows

Mirrors all the seeds you ever sowed

(All the blessings, all the blessings, all the blessings)

So when the time comes

And your vines run

And the mind numbs

They will define sums

In the divine Sun

That's filling my lungs

(When the time comes)

[Verse 2: Jonwayne]

Look at these paper maché people

Construction paper skies

Newspaper brains

With the Moleskine eyes

All I need is one match to make 'em dance

Stick your hands in;

They're just waiting for a chance to be candid

Maybe go up in flames like ya mans did

They don't know what they want

They're just asking

And still trying to act like they ran shit

Ok now maybe if you sketched out your body

You wouldn't have to declare yourself sorry

Don't put it on me

Not my fault; I didn't shove you in the copy

I had to write my own book—I did it sloppy

[Bridge: Jonwayne]

And if you fall on the ground, I ain't picking you up

And if you bury yourself, I ain't digging you up

And when you turn into dust, I ain't kicking you up

And when you get in my way, I'm just ripping you up

When the time comes

[Hook: Shango]

Rooted in the purpose and the prose

We hope whatever grows

Mirrors all the seeds you ever sowed

(All the blessings, all the blessings, all the blessings)

So when the time comes

And your vines run

And the mind numbs

They will define sums

In the divine Sun

That's filling my lungs

When the time comes