Slow Burn - Doomtree

Sims
I keep my heart to the sky I keep my ear to the ground
Knowin them vultures can circle yeah but their's poachers around
So I fly low barely an inch above the surface
Lie low slice a serpent on a branch and still have sight to chop the rat
Id love to stop and chat stay and chew the fat
But if you've seen the view from my shoes you knew I gotta move
Stakes is high but I got walls to paint and slates to wipe
Theirs work for the young critic and I've been known to build without a permit
So don't mind me as I breeze on through runnin on fumes like a neon tube
I get no sleep and I'm in so deep I can't ignore the bottom
But you can't blame the seed for what the forest taught 'em
So cut em up head em off at the plot let em drop like leaves in the treason