- Genre:Holiday
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
I got dougie fir up in the crib
That's a real tree, no fib
I got birchwood up in the whip
Smell like cedarwood up near my lip
We been killing greenery for no reason
To the point where niggas not breathing, I
Am one of those niggas, I'm seething
Can't you see the sidewalk heating?
Sure you can complain
But it would be in vain
Because you live for convenience
And it wouldn't be the same.
Sure I can complain
But it would be in vain
Because I live for convenience
And it wouldn't be the same
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die