Lyrics:
wee oh"
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
It's going down (hey!), I'm yelling timber
You
Don't you cut timber on a windy day stay out of wood better listen what I say
Winds and top flowers go either way don't you cut timber on a windy day
the sky
Like hands that are praying
The fire ascends
You can burn down my churches
But I shall be free
A church is more than just timber and stone
I'm exit I mean excited to be your death wish
Bitch I wear this G-shit on my heart not my necklace
And I keep the hypno' for the hecklers
And I'm
ain't no contest
Forty-five compact, with the extender
Number on contneder
Hollow heads chop a hater down like timber
Catch me in the cranberry Camero
"Timber!"
Talk is cheap, and most of ya'll a crock of shit
I chop a brick, and flip it like the opposite
'Cuz all my chickens layin' 36 eggs
Got recruits in
a friend of ours
I saw in Timber Bay
That you had a new lover who had
Stolen you away
That could be be the reason that
I never got in touch
And may
working when he swung his ax you could hear it ring for a mile and half
He'd yell timber and down she'd fall for Paul
Talk about drinkin' that man's so mean
Uh, yeah
I just told myself, uh
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Welcome to LA
The land of opportunity where everybody stay
The girls are pretty, sun will
It's goin' down, I'm yellin' timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night you won't remember
I'll be the one you won't forget
Ooh-ooh
Uh, yeah
I just told myself, uh
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Welcome to LA
The land of opportunity where everybody stay
The girls are pretty, sun will
stupid)
LA? - yeah (well, jughead)
get funky - yeah (get funky in the house tonite)
Atlanta, G.A. - yeah (doin' the jughead)
We gettin' funky in the house
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All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
Vocals recorded by artist in studio
There I was, in this room, with all these amazing artists
and all I could think is, I don't have enough followers on Spotify or YouTube to even
as a feather
Let yourself go
Come, hit the timber
Loosen up and start to limber
Can't you hear that hot marimba?
Let yourself go
Let yourself go, relax
This ain't serious (no)
This will make you delirious
If we didn't buss (never)
Every artist woulda 'fraid of us
Again, this ain't serious (no)
This
on me like a beehive
Hop in the G ride
From the West to the East side
Know that's just how Compton roll
And that's a given
I pass the blunt then
he’s a simple man and the wisdom shows
He spoke to me, says you’re Timber in the making
His dog brown and gold wakes up with him, he’s loyal
But take it
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happen
Living in the gap between past and future
Take away the stone and the timber
And a little piece of rope won't hold it together
If you can't
play while i get bag- per say
Im tryna get my litter-richer
Little-richard, made up artists straight up garbage flowin cant litter- wit ya
Stay
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