Treetop Lyrics

Raven grinning from the arbory

I'm Dafoe, kerosene and honey

Kinda like that golden brown aniseed

White boy on the block, burnt nape all prickly

Getting solicited by new meets

In the Irish pub on Chapel Street

Some weird sense reality, all I'm working to keep

Then it goes, like a forgotten dream

Then it goes, like a forgotten dream

World is absurd, they put an AI totem pole in Oldis Gardens

I don't process what occurred, so I'm steady laughing

You were thieving from the front door

I was out, on my hip, a hammer with a claw

On the street need SPF

Always typing "let me know" for the L, M, and ket

Straight bald, this isn't a fucking fade

My head going deep like Baikal Lake

Brain never dredged, breathing on a gateway

I've done lives in loops

Mind running cosmic raceways

Fuck off tool that'd make your head go boink

Still dressed like a shitbag, accesorise this fuck-off joint

Little red beings

Sure you're not seeing things

Scurrying through the canopy

In real life it isn't fun, fuck your dark fantasy

Abandon ye body comes with the dislocated jaw

It's opening wide enough to lever ya into the maw

Oi, can say no more

Just keeps opening wide enough to lever you into its wet maw

Little red beings

Sure you're not seeing things

Scurrying through the canopy

Drain you to a dry shell, always loss and gain

Tongue and smell trips that create pleasure, pain

Sun scorch server, alley lurker

Sun scorch server, alley lurker

Whether bits of soul or out your pockets

I wanna take you further

Deposit receipts like petrol dockets

Pack a kukri like a gurkha