This is a song about "Neon trees"

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

Like being garbage some type of disease

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Our hero lies innocent, underneath the shady trees/

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies