"Fallen Branches" lyrics

I said, look

Sold my soul for 3 shoes and a belt buckle
Honey suckle lies, ice cubes in the throat funnel
Cherry picked the kisses from a casket of some misery
Sewed the seed but it was picked and salted out of history
Alas, alas, alas, alas, alas, Young Boy
Your cymbals crash, crash, crash, crash, Young Boy
Your momma coming, coming, for that ass, Young Boy
Your toys bigger but you're still a child in class, Young Boy
Be humble
Before their face turn sour and they're wishing for your stumble
Bees bumble and they're swatted till they come through with the honey
Money trees with fallen branches will be driven over
Land Rover tyres worth gold will stay shouldered, cold
Seeping in the snow
I've been freezing to my bones
I've been on my lone for the longest that I know
Said I've been on my lone

Ah
I said I've been on my lone
Fuck

They sold my soul for 3 shoes and a belt buckle
Tried for refunds but the Devil's only self troubled
Tossing me a coin for some lyrics of my misery
I planted seeds but they were auto-tuned out of my history
You see, you see, you see, you see, you see, Young Man
Best believe that money keeps at ease, Young Man
Your father comin comin with his sleeve, Young Man
The blades spinning, the most honest that you'll see of fans
Fuck humble
And if they face turn sour grit your teeth until they crumble
Bees bumble, if they're swatted then they come through with a stinger
Bring a glove if you must box inside the cold peak
Sheep's clothing warm on top the outside of the wolf's teeth

I said the sheep's clothing warm on top the outside of the wolf's teeth

Oh, another ship has gone to sea
Oh, the dust has settled in the breeze
Oh, another man has gone to war
Oh, another tower bound to fall
Oh, my blood was never meant to freeze
Oh, I sleep in my catastrophes
Oh, another pain will not subside
Oh, I built up plastic with my pride
Oh

Yeah!