[Intro]
1, 2, 3 and they're yelling out "timber"
1, 2, 3
[Verse 1: Jake Dawson]
Ante up
Bet I got a better story
It should take a bigger warning
Thinking babies down the porcelain
Destroy myself before the bitch
Separate the door and hinge
Defining what important is may take a half a century
Assuming that I'm groomed you can watch me swoon Penelope
I kill or fuck in all my memories, danger
Yeah, I can roll the paper have you sucking it for 30 straight
You smile, that's how good it tastes
Timber, back road, play me in a Nova
I'm sitting there, my phone up, 87 photos
Do the math, that's a novel
You smelling like a lotto and the chemistry is auto
That burden means you got soul
Ozium, knowing when to crack
Got the ocean at my back, current's fast
And I'm moving like a jellyfish
I can be the grizzliest of gentlemen
And if it is not evident, I'll show you with a hacksaw
Recluse: Heisenberg, Unabomber, Sasquatch
Without a touch, you disconnect my damn jaw
Recovering is nature, got a hundred ways to wake up
Take the booty and the bacon
Lady reminisce the morning 'til we 40
It's either nothing or it floors me
Yeah, I'm storied
[Hook: Luna Blake]
Wading deeper through the forest
Everything is foreign
Is this the life for us?
Faded dreamers holding warheads
Everything is foreign
Is this the life for us?
Green turns black
They yelling out "timber"
Still hiding that I miss her
Green turns black
They yelling out "timber"
They figured that I missed her
[Verse 2: Jake Dawson]
Domino, that falling was predicted
Saw it coming fast in glimpses
Talk radio and corner booths
It's comedy, horror too
My mind records your every move
And loops 'em, it's ruthless but I take the digs as shreds of proof
I'm living
Like how I'm a fall inside an imprint
Let's carry on with business
My clues, you're blind to miss 'em and it chills me
Those words are sliced achilles
I'm responding with a "really" like you really think it through?
Forgot that you're a genius
Move in any which direction and the sun'll probably beat on you
Stripping in the desert
Tripping off your effort is becoming a routine
I write the shit to make 'em ask me "what you mean?"
Another waking thought is playing with ya cause you never dream
In mine I saw you as a wolf
Turning me to pulp and shit, you did it by the book
I'm a motherfucking rookie
Yeah these veterans are rusty
I got fresh wounds buddy
Loaded up, fertile
I guess you were rehearsal
Now obsessing over workload
And the theories of my sutra could say I worship buddha
Calling out for Cooper
I'm just tryna cool ya
Kill the team, no one to root for
But yourself and that gets lonely
Every interaction phony
I kill the crossword and a pony
Decode me, I'm storied