Climb Trees
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Climb trees, go out on a limb
To find me, forget about him
Forget about hymns
What are those songs that you sing?
What are those songs that are in your head, echoing?
Sun set and sun rise, I'm my own personal light show
Flipping switches moving from basin bottoms to plateaus
The earth manipulates itself beneath me
I stand still, stagnate, can't kill this lag state
Life manipulates itself around me
But I'm dead still, upright but dead still
Word is stillborn, I will not stoop to
The level of the stoop that y'all chill on
If the building's boarded up
And the children of the corner liquor store don't wanna kick it no more
'Cause holes have filled the walls, sneakers are scuffed and toes sore
I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck
Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the fuck up
Jump in your pickup truck and drive from the mountain range
Cash the chips in on your shoulder
Cut your losses, die young, count the change
How strange, you think these clouds look lovely?
Smoke signals manipulate themselves above me
No symbols are below me enough to overlook
I know you read my every move, I wrote the book
Mind not the blemishes inside my premise
Endlessness is my to-be-continued
Noticing nervousness in my footnotes when interviewed
Shaking uncontrollably, "How you doing?" "Not bad, how about you?"
Brought it right back to me like, "What you been up to?"
I don't talk to freaks, I even ignore my neighbors downstairs
I walk the streets and they don't know I'm famous in 2000 years
So I say shit loud in their ears
And spit a wretched verse in their face
Disrespecting their personal space
In a split second curtains and drapes get closed
They think they've shut me out but I can see their ugly mouths shaped like O's
I break their window with a stone that has a note attached
It says, "I hate Jim Crow and here's a poem that lets you know the haps
I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down
Dead to this world, bury me now"
I am from a distant place that waits for my belated time to come
But it's too late, I missed my fate, I F with the deaf, blind, and dumb
My father taught me one thing, how to fire a gun
I don't bother, this is survival for fun
I have become the most sinister sin city slicker
Cynical dimwitted trickster
Critical shit-grinning hipster
Whisper to my earhole, tell me not to be fearful
Be careful not to make any sudden movements
Show me your soul, I like to study shoeprints
You've stepped in me before, I can recognize these stubby toes
That left these guys with bloody clothes
For a second time nobody knows the pain I've seen
Nobody knows the pain I've seen
Nobody knows, nobody knows
Why I've got a bloody nose and how they made it bleed
Climb trees, go out on a limb
To find me, forget about him
Forget about hymns
What are those songs that you sing?
What are those songs that are in your head, echoing?
I am not here to make a change
I break chains, I break dance moves and move strange
Fame misses infamous for inflammatory mission statements
Living in basements, subterraneous secret service agents
With little patience, a pediatrician who hates kids
And women's lib is choked to death by their own baby's bibs
Baby, did you know that I love women who hate mankind?
Talk about it all the damn time, keep it coming, uh
(I hate men)
This conversation's mine, I own all the stock and bar in small talk
And I've trademarked this facial expression called gawk
So fuck off, my dysfunction's souped by ninjas and hockey fights
While discussion groups infringe upon my copyrights
All them bitches want me tonight
I've been so great and respectful
They only get salty when I bend them into the shape for pretzel
Make 'em flexible when I break their schedule
It only got hard when I asked them politely not to fight me and to give up
God damn this is easier than I thought it would be
If I attend any party and not fight it as long they're invited cordially
Unfortunately, I've only got so many hundred openings
Talk to me, I wanna take you all under my broken wings
Who's the right man for the job?
Put up your hands y'all 'cause they're not tall enough to stand up to God
Who's the right woman, throw up one hand and wave it
Now I'm taking your job
Climb trees, go out on a limb
To find me forget about him
Forget about hymns
What are those songs that you sing?
What are those songs that are
To find me, forget about him
Forget about hymns
What are those songs that you sing?
What are those songs that are in your head, echoing?
Sun set and sun rise, I'm my own personal light show
Flipping switches moving from basin bottoms to plateaus
The earth manipulates itself beneath me
I stand still, stagnate, can't kill this lag state
Life manipulates itself around me
But I'm dead still, upright but dead still
Word is stillborn, I will not stoop to
The level of the stoop that y'all chill on
If the building's boarded up
And the children of the corner liquor store don't wanna kick it no more
'Cause holes have filled the walls, sneakers are scuffed and toes sore
I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck
Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the fuck up
Jump in your pickup truck and drive from the mountain range
Cash the chips in on your shoulder
Cut your losses, die young, count the change
How strange, you think these clouds look lovely?
Smoke signals manipulate themselves above me
No symbols are below me enough to overlook
I know you read my every move, I wrote the book
Mind not the blemishes inside my premise
Endlessness is my to-be-continued
Noticing nervousness in my footnotes when interviewed
Shaking uncontrollably, "How you doing?" "Not bad, how about you?"
Brought it right back to me like, "What you been up to?"
I don't talk to freaks, I even ignore my neighbors downstairs
I walk the streets and they don't know I'm famous in 2000 years
So I say shit loud in their ears
And spit a wretched verse in their face
Disrespecting their personal space
In a split second curtains and drapes get closed
They think they've shut me out but I can see their ugly mouths shaped like O's
I break their window with a stone that has a note attached
It says, "I hate Jim Crow and here's a poem that lets you know the haps
I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down
Dead to this world, bury me now"
I am from a distant place that waits for my belated time to come
But it's too late, I missed my fate, I F with the deaf, blind, and dumb
My father taught me one thing, how to fire a gun
I don't bother, this is survival for fun
I have become the most sinister sin city slicker
Cynical dimwitted trickster
Critical shit-grinning hipster
Whisper to my earhole, tell me not to be fearful
Be careful not to make any sudden movements
Show me your soul, I like to study shoeprints
You've stepped in me before, I can recognize these stubby toes
That left these guys with bloody clothes
For a second time nobody knows the pain I've seen
Nobody knows the pain I've seen
Nobody knows, nobody knows
Why I've got a bloody nose and how they made it bleed
Climb trees, go out on a limb
To find me, forget about him
Forget about hymns
What are those songs that you sing?
What are those songs that are in your head, echoing?
I am not here to make a change
I break chains, I break dance moves and move strange
Fame misses infamous for inflammatory mission statements
Living in basements, subterraneous secret service agents
With little patience, a pediatrician who hates kids
And women's lib is choked to death by their own baby's bibs
Baby, did you know that I love women who hate mankind?
Talk about it all the damn time, keep it coming, uh
(I hate men)
This conversation's mine, I own all the stock and bar in small talk
And I've trademarked this facial expression called gawk
So fuck off, my dysfunction's souped by ninjas and hockey fights
While discussion groups infringe upon my copyrights
All them bitches want me tonight
I've been so great and respectful
They only get salty when I bend them into the shape for pretzel
Make 'em flexible when I break their schedule
It only got hard when I asked them politely not to fight me and to give up
God damn this is easier than I thought it would be
If I attend any party and not fight it as long they're invited cordially
Unfortunately, I've only got so many hundred openings
Talk to me, I wanna take you all under my broken wings
Who's the right man for the job?
Put up your hands y'all 'cause they're not tall enough to stand up to God
Who's the right woman, throw up one hand and wave it
Now I'm taking your job
Climb trees, go out on a limb
To find me forget about him
Forget about hymns
What are those songs that you sing?
What are those songs that are
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.01] Climb trees, go out on a limb
[00:02.58] To find me, forget about him
[00:04.98] Forget about hymns
[00:06.25] What are those songs that you sing?
[00:07.65] What are those songs that are in your head, echoing?
[00:10.80] Sun set and sun rise, I'm my own personal light show
[00:14.04] Flipping switches moving from basin bottoms to plateaus
[00:16.51] The earth manipulates itself beneath me
[00:19.50] I stand still, stagnate, can't kill this lag state
[00:22.45] Life manipulates itself around me
[00:24.72] But I'm dead still, upright but dead still
[00:27.43] Word is stillborn, I will not stoop to
[00:29.34] The level of the stoop that y'all chill on
[00:31.29] If the building's boarded up
[00:32.45] And the children of the corner liquor store don't wanna kick it no more
[00:35.98] 'Cause holes have filled the walls, sneakers are scuffed and toes sore
[00:39.25] I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck
[00:41.34] Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the fuck up
[00:44.19] Jump in your pickup truck and drive from the mountain range
[00:46.99] Cash the chips in on your shoulder
[00:48.35] Cut your losses, die young, count the change
[00:50.45] How strange, you think these clouds look lovely?
[00:52.92] Smoke signals manipulate themselves above me
[00:55.43] No symbols are below me enough to overlook
[00:58.07] I know you read my every move, I wrote the book
[01:00.25] Mind not the blemishes inside my premise
[01:02.35] Endlessness is my to-be-continued
[01:03.81] Noticing nervousness in my footnotes when interviewed
[01:06.67] Shaking uncontrollably, "How you doing?" "Not bad, how about you?"
[01:09.40] Brought it right back to me like, "What you been up to?"
[01:11.70] I don't talk to freaks, I even ignore my neighbors downstairs
[01:15.06] I walk the streets and they don't know I'm famous in 2000 years
[01:17.79] So I say shit loud in their ears
[01:19.07] And spit a wretched verse in their face
[01:20.92] Disrespecting their personal space
[01:22.52] In a split second curtains and drapes get closed
[01:25.28] They think they've shut me out but I can see their ugly mouths shaped like O's
[01:29.26] I break their window with a stone that has a note attached
[01:31.74] It says, "I hate Jim Crow and here's a poem that lets you know the haps
[01:34.76] I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down
[01:37.92] Dead to this world, bury me now"
[01:40.07] I am from a distant place that waits for my belated time to come
[01:43.48] But it's too late, I missed my fate, I F with the deaf, blind, and dumb
[01:46.26] My father taught me one thing, how to fire a gun
[01:48.65] I don't bother, this is survival for fun
[01:51.04] I have become the most sinister sin city slicker
[01:53.94] Cynical dimwitted trickster
[01:55.31] Critical shit-grinning hipster
[01:56.68] Whisper to my earhole, tell me not to be fearful
[02:00.15] Be careful not to make any sudden movements
[02:04.30] Show me your soul, I like to study shoeprints
[02:06.84] You've stepped in me before, I can recognize these stubby toes
[02:09.88] That left these guys with bloody clothes
[02:11.22] For a second time nobody knows the pain I've seen
[02:13.17] Nobody knows the pain I've seen
[02:14.66] Nobody knows, nobody knows
[02:16.06] Why I've got a bloody nose and how they made it bleed
[02:18.92] Climb trees, go out on a limb
[02:21.46] To find me, forget about him
[02:23.63] Forget about hymns
[02:24.92] What are those songs that you sing?
[02:26.35] What are those songs that are in your head, echoing?
[02:30.00] I am not here to make a change
[02:32.01] I break chains, I break dance moves and move strange
[02:35.81] Fame misses infamous for inflammatory mission statements
[02:38.73] Living in basements, subterraneous secret service agents
[02:41.43] With little patience, a pediatrician who hates kids
[02:43.89] And women's lib is choked to death by their own baby's bibs
[02:46.59] Baby, did you know that I love women who hate mankind?
[02:49.37] Talk about it all the damn time, keep it coming, uh
[02:52.55] (I hate men)
[02:59.01] This conversation's mine, I own all the stock and bar in small talk
[03:02.13] And I've trademarked this facial expression called gawk
[03:04.14] So fuck off, my dysfunction's souped by ninjas and hockey fights
[03:07.47] While discussion groups infringe upon my copyrights
[03:09.80] All them bitches want me tonight
[03:11.29] I've been so great and respectful
[03:12.81] They only get salty when I bend them into the shape for pretzel
[03:15.70] Make 'em flexible when I break their schedule
[03:17.26] It only got hard when I asked them politely not to fight me and to give up
[03:20.64] God damn this is easier than I thought it would be
[03:23.20] If I attend any party and not fight it as long they're invited cordially
[03:26.30] Unfortunately, I've only got so many hundred openings
[03:29.03] Talk to me, I wanna take you all under my broken wings
[03:32.11] Who's the right man for the job?
[03:34.06] Put up your hands y'all 'cause they're not tall enough to stand up to God
[03:37.99] Who's the right woman, throw up one hand and wave it
[03:41.47] Now I'm taking your job
[03:43.10] Climb trees, go out on a limb
[03:45.74] To find me forget about him
[03:47.70] Forget about hymns
[03:49.22] What are those songs that you sing?
[03:50.59] What are those songs that are
[03:52.01]
[00:02.58] To find me, forget about him
[00:04.98] Forget about hymns
[00:06.25] What are those songs that you sing?
[00:07.65] What are those songs that are in your head, echoing?
[00:10.80] Sun set and sun rise, I'm my own personal light show
[00:14.04] Flipping switches moving from basin bottoms to plateaus
[00:16.51] The earth manipulates itself beneath me
[00:19.50] I stand still, stagnate, can't kill this lag state
[00:22.45] Life manipulates itself around me
[00:24.72] But I'm dead still, upright but dead still
[00:27.43] Word is stillborn, I will not stoop to
[00:29.34] The level of the stoop that y'all chill on
[00:31.29] If the building's boarded up
[00:32.45] And the children of the corner liquor store don't wanna kick it no more
[00:35.98] 'Cause holes have filled the walls, sneakers are scuffed and toes sore
[00:39.25] I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck
[00:41.34] Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the fuck up
[00:44.19] Jump in your pickup truck and drive from the mountain range
[00:46.99] Cash the chips in on your shoulder
[00:48.35] Cut your losses, die young, count the change
[00:50.45] How strange, you think these clouds look lovely?
[00:52.92] Smoke signals manipulate themselves above me
[00:55.43] No symbols are below me enough to overlook
[00:58.07] I know you read my every move, I wrote the book
[01:00.25] Mind not the blemishes inside my premise
[01:02.35] Endlessness is my to-be-continued
[01:03.81] Noticing nervousness in my footnotes when interviewed
[01:06.67] Shaking uncontrollably, "How you doing?" "Not bad, how about you?"
[01:09.40] Brought it right back to me like, "What you been up to?"
[01:11.70] I don't talk to freaks, I even ignore my neighbors downstairs
[01:15.06] I walk the streets and they don't know I'm famous in 2000 years
[01:17.79] So I say shit loud in their ears
[01:19.07] And spit a wretched verse in their face
[01:20.92] Disrespecting their personal space
[01:22.52] In a split second curtains and drapes get closed
[01:25.28] They think they've shut me out but I can see their ugly mouths shaped like O's
[01:29.26] I break their window with a stone that has a note attached
[01:31.74] It says, "I hate Jim Crow and here's a poem that lets you know the haps
[01:34.76] I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down
[01:37.92] Dead to this world, bury me now"
[01:40.07] I am from a distant place that waits for my belated time to come
[01:43.48] But it's too late, I missed my fate, I F with the deaf, blind, and dumb
[01:46.26] My father taught me one thing, how to fire a gun
[01:48.65] I don't bother, this is survival for fun
[01:51.04] I have become the most sinister sin city slicker
[01:53.94] Cynical dimwitted trickster
[01:55.31] Critical shit-grinning hipster
[01:56.68] Whisper to my earhole, tell me not to be fearful
[02:00.15] Be careful not to make any sudden movements
[02:04.30] Show me your soul, I like to study shoeprints
[02:06.84] You've stepped in me before, I can recognize these stubby toes
[02:09.88] That left these guys with bloody clothes
[02:11.22] For a second time nobody knows the pain I've seen
[02:13.17] Nobody knows the pain I've seen
[02:14.66] Nobody knows, nobody knows
[02:16.06] Why I've got a bloody nose and how they made it bleed
[02:18.92] Climb trees, go out on a limb
[02:21.46] To find me, forget about him
[02:23.63] Forget about hymns
[02:24.92] What are those songs that you sing?
[02:26.35] What are those songs that are in your head, echoing?
[02:30.00] I am not here to make a change
[02:32.01] I break chains, I break dance moves and move strange
[02:35.81] Fame misses infamous for inflammatory mission statements
[02:38.73] Living in basements, subterraneous secret service agents
[02:41.43] With little patience, a pediatrician who hates kids
[02:43.89] And women's lib is choked to death by their own baby's bibs
[02:46.59] Baby, did you know that I love women who hate mankind?
[02:49.37] Talk about it all the damn time, keep it coming, uh
[02:52.55] (I hate men)
[02:59.01] This conversation's mine, I own all the stock and bar in small talk
[03:02.13] And I've trademarked this facial expression called gawk
[03:04.14] So fuck off, my dysfunction's souped by ninjas and hockey fights
[03:07.47] While discussion groups infringe upon my copyrights
[03:09.80] All them bitches want me tonight
[03:11.29] I've been so great and respectful
[03:12.81] They only get salty when I bend them into the shape for pretzel
[03:15.70] Make 'em flexible when I break their schedule
[03:17.26] It only got hard when I asked them politely not to fight me and to give up
[03:20.64] God damn this is easier than I thought it would be
[03:23.20] If I attend any party and not fight it as long they're invited cordially
[03:26.30] Unfortunately, I've only got so many hundred openings
[03:29.03] Talk to me, I wanna take you all under my broken wings
[03:32.11] Who's the right man for the job?
[03:34.06] Put up your hands y'all 'cause they're not tall enough to stand up to God
[03:37.99] Who's the right woman, throw up one hand and wave it
[03:41.47] Now I'm taking your job
[03:43.10] Climb trees, go out on a limb
[03:45.74] To find me forget about him
[03:47.70] Forget about hymns
[03:49.22] What are those songs that you sing?
[03:50.59] What are those songs that are
[03:52.01]