Luna Blake - Timberwolf lyrics
[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 b**h 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 k** or f** in all my memories, danger Yeah, I can roll the paper have you s**ing 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 sh** 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 sh**, you did it by the book I'm a motherf**ing 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 k** the team, no one to root for But yourself and that gets lonely Every interaction phony I k** the crossword and a pony Decode me, I'm storied [Hook x2]