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letra de the woods - tom macdonald

[verse 1]
i never sweat ’em if they’re talking sh-t, i let ’em
i tell my people to go and get ’em and spill their jeans onto their denim
and sleep with the beatles like groupies for lennon
i heard that if all you can get is some lemons and mix it with vodka you can call it a beverage
i think it was kevin, or devin or it maybe it wasn’t i just can’t remember

[verse 2]
i’m faded, i’m faded, i’m faded, i’m faded, i’m kidding
i never еat p-ssy, that sh-t is for p-ssies
i’m good, i’m playin’
i’m nice, just sayin’
i put their arms on thе table and their torsos in the hamper
then move their elbows to the floor and tell “watch your f-ckin’ manners”
i’m not a gangster, gangster
i never tried to be
i’m a travel agent for the places that y’all dyin’ to be, man
i’m so f-ckin’ better than you
i’m full of myself like i ate me for food
i don’t see them, i don’t see them
and i don’t see much if i’m lookin’ at you
[chorus]
they’re all we’re lookin’ for
i could say “au revoir”
put yourself to the floor
welcome to the woods

[verse 3]
whiteboy wasted, shotgun a beer
light up a smoke, i’m good over here
my mohawk crazy, swag so lazy
nothin’ to lose so there’s nothin’ to fear
i’m not even trying, you caught me i’m lying
i’m trying to stop that, i don’t stop at all
i aim for the head then put brains on his shirt
i don’t even mind that they’re trying at all, hoe

[verse 4]
there is some evil here
i swear i feel it hiding deep inside all the people here
they dress it up with suits and ties and fancy things and etiquette
then hang out at the iron gates where money and the devil lives, hoe
i’m running this b-tch like a trainer, they’re not on my radar
put gas on the bridge and burn them all later
they’re looking for tips but i don’t give them none like i finished my meal
and just like the waiter, we’re awesome, they’re haters, we’re scissors
they’re paper, we’re sailing away and dropping our anchor
they’re happy with candy
and i want a grammy and p-ssy that comes in like 10 different flavors
[chorus]
they’re all we’re lookin’ for
i could say “au revoir”
put yourself to the floor
welcome to the woods

- tom macdonald

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