Lyrics Paper - Shango , Jonwayne

When I die, I wanna grow into a tree
I want 'em to bury me
Mixed in with soil and leaves
And your son cuts me down
I'm still proud
I want 'em to hand me down
And give me to Goodwill
And price me for a dollar
Still get shoplifted, hell
Torn open just to give a man shelter, shit
This paper my motivation
My bones are just branches: saplings
Twisting, matching
Everything I had to live with
It's whatever I'm in tune with
That's what I hope you take pictures of
I struggle to be
But

We hope whatever grows
And your vines run
They will define sums
That's filling my lungs

Look at these paper maché people
Construction paper skies
Newspaper brains
All I need is one match to make 'em dance
Stick your hands in;
They're just waiting for a chance to be candid
Maybe go up in flames like ya mans did
They don't know what they want
They're just asking
And still trying to act like they ran shit
Ok now maybe if you sketched out your body
You wouldn't have to declare yourself sorry
Don't put it on me
I had to write my own book—I did it sloppy

I ain't picking you up
And if you bury yourself
I ain't digging you up
And when you turn into dust
I ain't kicking you up
And when you get in my way
I'm just ripping you up

We hope whatever grows
And your vines run
That's filling my lungs