Timberland

Take a hundred dollars
Turn it into pillars
You don’t wanna bother
The man with the timbers
Papers don’t endure
I turn it into ashes
You don’t wanna bother
Smoke a little more

‘I hope that boy keeps fed’
Trusting all his soul and, losing all his head
Rusty as it shows he gonna break his legs
Standing toe to toe with a brand new nemesis
My thoughts up in a twist, like the spliff you inhale
I ain't missed, its a lift off until we landing here
Can't resist, really any of them bags on it
Cupid telling me to crash on it
Sleepy eyes no disguise, I'm feeling fly
I'm out of my mind most of the time
Don't you rip the tags off him
Imma die here, buried in a glass coffin
Friday night I'm the man who they trash talkin'