Leaves in sun I see through
Geebs and guns I need two
Break into a brisk run
I hate those who make fun
Deeper roots they seem to
Fuck and shoot at what's new
Don't you need a new one
I can be your new son
I won't let go
Up to my nose
I am what grows
Hold your breath
What comes next
You won't find
All in time
Leaves in sun I see through
Geebs and guns I need two
Break into a brisk run
I hate those who make fun
Deeper roots they seem to
Fuck and shoot at what's new
Don't you need a new one
I can be your new son
Leaves in sun I see through
Geebs and guns I need two
Break into a brisk run
I hate those who make fun
Deeper roots they seem to
Fuck and shoot at what's new
Don't you need a new one
I can be your new son