Текст песни Watermelon Tree - Era Wadi

Bad days locked up
On the curb mantra
Handcuffed car stuck
Talking shit to the coppers
Contradiction
What the cost of fiction
Charge it to the author
In the pin I′m pensive
All informed orator
All to form resistance
Cauterize the open sore
Fire fuck the stitches
Admire my resistance
Acquiring my higher form
Like Freeza hitting pitches
While I ease in to the scrimmage

I'm just spitting seeds
I′m just spitting seeds
I'm just spitting seeds
I'm just spitting seeds
I′m just spitting seeds
I′m just spitting seeds
I'm just spitting seeds
Growing watermelon trees

Seeds of doubt
Or seeds of inspiration
I′ve been going off
And driving through
Fuck a reservation
Only residue
Leaving residents in debt and destitute
The best you'll ever do
Is sell your soul
To whoever is paying

Ey man, I didn′t do nothing
I didn't do nothing
Ey yo, get your hands off me
Get your fucking hands off me

Pulled me out the car
Took my name from my wallet
Talking shit
I forget the pills in my pocket
Absent as common sense
Mary Jane complements
Might explain my confidence
And why the car still in pounded
Cuneiform curator ill-informed to listen
All according to the source
Uniform decision
Can you afford to miss it
The coup that you been waiting for
The coupe de grace
To cue the war
Hakuna Matata
The seeds to the water

I′m just spitting seeds
I'm just spitting seeds
I'm just spitting seeds
I′m just spitting seeds
I′m just spitting seeds
I'm just spitting seeds
I′m just spitting seeds
Growing watermelon trees

Seeds of doubt
Or seeds of inspiration
I've been going off
And driving through
Fuck a reservation
Only residue
Leaving residents in debt and destitute
The best you′ll ever do
Is sell your soul
To whoever is paying