Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brambles , by - Seth Sentry. Release date: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brambles |
| Yeah |
| Super Cool Tree House: Episode Five |
| I grab a dusty old jewel from my mountain of loot |
| And some gold bars, then I just spit 'em out in the booth |
| Sometimes I feel like I been paddlin' without a canoe |
| But I don’t die, I’m drownin' in the fountain of youth, they tried to |
| Hang me from the gallows at noon |
| Where the whole crowd was throwin' fruit and yellin' out «boo» |
| So I just ate a couple melons, drank a gallon of juice |
| Till the noose broke, I feel a little out of the loop, yeah |
| But I’m just doin' what I can do |
| I’m just really doin' what I can do, yeah |
| Every week it’s somethin' brand new |
| But really shit ain’t nothin' I can’t handle |
| Every day livin' is stressful |
| Swimmin' in cement shoes, rent’s due, livin' in a cesspool |
| Gettin' shitty reviews, everyone’s against you |
| But if it don’t end you it makes you more death proof, yeah |
| If my dog’s kicked I’ma get John Wick |
| Kill 'em with a pencil, really get vengeful |
| Constant conflict keepin' me beyond fit |
| I mean, even Jesus got ripped doin' CrossFit |
| Sp I’m just doin' what I can do |
| I’m just really doin' what I can do |
| Every week it’s somethin' brand new |
| Tryna pick my way out through the brambles |
| Tryna make my way out through the thickets |
| Since I was pushed out the bush I been pushin' the limits |
| Fuck a IG clip of your icy wrist |
| I’m just tryna avoid death and its icy grip |
| I just walk through the party with a IV drip |
| Till I float through the walls like it’s ID clip, yeah |
| Eat a spliff, yeah, smoke a book, yeah |
| Read a fish, yeah, over-cooked |
| Oh, I’m vibin' |
| Kinda feels like I’m flyin', yeah |
| Oh, wait, now I’m fallin' |
| All good, now I’m soarin' |
| Okay, now I’m divin', kamikaze pilot |
| Straight into that warship for takin' out my squadron |
| Throttle pushed forward, all in, medal on the coffin |
| Remember what he did, don’t remember what it cost him |
| Giant flash, yeah, fade to black, yeah |
| Pourin' smoke, yeah, rainin' ash, yeah |
| Catch me steppin' out the wreckage of the fiery crash |
| Hold me close before you throw me back into that briar patch, yeah |
| But I’m just doin' what I can do |
| I’m just really doin' what I can do, yeah |
| Every week it’s somethin' brand new |
| Really shit ain’t nothin' I can’t handle |
| I’m just doin' what I can do |
| I’m just really doin' what I can do, yeah |
| Every week it’s somethin' brand new |
| Tryna pick my way out through the brambles |
| Not bad, not bad |