It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look
Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood
Chopping my style down like spruce wood
Aye, hold your head homie, look
God mc oh my god you gotta see
Tree is moving because its windy
Yet fame growing slower than a tree.
It's a battlejust for tha big money
Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree
I'm leaving you for the last time, baby
Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy
Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,
Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow
Can't tell you where the bacon is, but the beef's on the cow
Even if it tends to be about tree
Trying to catch me riding dirty
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