Tom MacDonald - The Woods lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Tom MacDonald - The Woods lyrics]
Yeah, I never sweat 'em
If they're talking shit, 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
I'm faded, I'm faded, I'm faded, I'm faded
I'm kidding
I nevеr eat pussy, that shit is for pussies
I'm good, I'm playin' i'm bad, just sayin'
I put their arms on thе table
And their torsos in the hamper
Then move their elbows to the floor
Like you'll watch your fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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
We're all they're lookin' for
Like an au revoir
We're losing something good
Welcome to the woods
Yeah, 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
Put his brains on his shirt
I don't even mind that they're trying at all
Hoe
There is some evil here
I swear I feel it hiding deep
Inside of all the people here
They dress it up with suit's 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 bitch like a trainer
They're not on my radar
Put gas on the bridge and
I'll 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 pussy that
Comes in like 10 different flavors
We're all they're lookin' for
Like an au revoir losing something good
Welcome to the woods
If they're talking shit, 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
I'm faded, I'm faded, I'm faded, I'm faded
I'm kidding
I nevеr eat pussy, that shit is for pussies
I'm good, I'm playin' i'm bad, just sayin'
I put their arms on thе table
And their torsos in the hamper
Then move their elbows to the floor
Like you'll watch your fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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
We're all they're lookin' for
Like an au revoir
We're losing something good
Welcome to the woods
Yeah, 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
Put his brains on his shirt
I don't even mind that they're trying at all
Hoe
There is some evil here
I swear I feel it hiding deep
Inside of all the people here
They dress it up with suit's 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 bitch like a trainer
They're not on my radar
Put gas on the bridge and
I'll 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 pussy that
Comes in like 10 different flavors
We're all they're lookin' for
Like an au revoir losing something good
Welcome to the woods