Letras:
Trees Brain Washed

what's on my mind and my mind I believe I can do anything, don't accept defeat I'm just tryin' to get by while smokin' on some trees It's a beautiful

t wash away the red points On the sheets of the hotels And the cheap rooms Of the cheap whores Under palm trees Under palm trees My brain is running

It looks like tears have dropped on Messiah And all the flood can fit into your screen It must be the soil I was using To stop ghosts from feeding my brain

bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till next year come I try to see the same thing, they got us brain washed dumb And when you find, it ain

a-keys, every mufuckin state, when we touch down [T] Go right from the plane to the rave [E] When we touch down [T] On a private plane getting brains,

Smokin' like a chimney Higher Than the trees in Yosemite Twisted like a pretzel Drinkin cranberry and cognac Stay afloat keep my head above sea level So much hate in my region So much stress in my brain

slang tang You can do the same thang, utilize your damn brain Metaphors are mountains, countless bouncin' A multitude in viewed, clubs and houses We rain like fountains to wash

happen again. And oh, those dirty hands, come wash away my stink. Come thank me for the offer. You owe that much at least. And oh, those filthy thoughts that rattle in my brain

swoll Her child was never comin home Said a prayer for his soul As the coffin had closed, committed to the earth below First seed she would sew, would be a tree