Young trees swayin' in the storm Who could know so well What stories they may tell One child standing outside by their ‘lone What a restless dream Things ain't what they seem My purpose weighs a ton Some got the good book some got a gun If they got both, then you probably need to run Mother said boy don't you come undone Son your day soon come There's a prophetic gift on ya. Nah That was way too much Thinking about multitude of girls touch For some they got ten tears A few made it back With bad nerves and cut teeth What truth lies beneath? (3x) Oh. Young trees swayin' in the storm Who could know so well What stories they may tell One child standing outside by their ‘lone
What a restless dream (just f**ing let'em in man) (let's all go to heaven) things ain't what they seem Brother where you be at It's time to go, I just hit the owner in his trap Took the toy and f**ing gat It happens like that Boys and blue come a rat-a-tat-tat They came at me with brute force Hands on boss, 100 deep and 10 across They could not get their point across Baby it was lost on me yeah See I'm just a wild man At home in a penthouse, statehouse or caravan Wherever the day to be Could be in a rock, white feather or rosary Whoa Let's burn a Thai and chill You got time to k**, but time to live Oh. You've got aeons. (2x)