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von Sir Michael Rocks

Hope they can′t hear me

I'm in the woods with a fire and I′m hiding with my money
I just made a tent out a tarp and a bungee
I'm just tryna hide
I'm in the woods with a fire and I′m hiding with my money
I just made a tent out a tarp and a bungee
I′m just tryna hide

Oh fuck, oh shit

I had to crash the Bent and hit a tree and now I'm looking behind me

I′m hearing feet crunching in the leaves
I've been here for weeks, but I been holding up
I been eating them greens

Yeah, I know how to farm a little botany
So I did what I had to stay alive
Can′t go back home 'cause they be watching
CPN trade lines from a couple dockets


Fuck ′em, I'm tryna duck 'em
If I hear something I′m running
If I got the blick then I′m busting
The judge giving med school years
If you got a lump sum of money that ain't clear
Where you got it, immediately think it′s narcotics
But we was doing fraud, getting whips just to chop 'em up
When y′all was riding in them strikers, we provided 'em
Supposed to get inside of the woods, now I′m inside 'em

I'm in the woods with a fire and I′m hiding with my money
I just made a tent out a tarp and a bungee
I′m just tryna hide
I'm in the woods with a fire and I′m hiding with my money
I just made a tent out a tarp and a bungee
I'm just tryna hide

Shh, stay low, I think I heard something

I keep hearing shit
My imagination tripping and I′m paranoid

Duffle bag full of money, I should bury this
By the stream, come back in three months

Get on the phone with my lawyer, get this thing cleaned up
Fuck that, hikers and old couples in

RVs be camping over here sometimes

And if they find me knee deep in the
Mud with shovels burying something
They might tell the forest police that I'm suspicious
In addition to me being fatigued, I got a brain blast
Local news said last week there was a plane crash


Right around the spot where I set up camp
But they ain′t wanna move the plane 'cause it'll damage the plants
But fuck a fern, I got M′s to earn
And I′ll be damned if I don't make it
Out the jam by the skin of my hand
The duffel start to weigh a ton when that pressure is real

Stash the bag in the compartment right next to the wheel
But I′ll be back in a month's time, just let this shit die down
I hear police walkies and some dogs in the background
But they ain′t 'bout to pinch me, I′d rather be six feet
I'm fucking up these Y-3s running up shit's creek

I′m in the woods with a fire and I′m hiding with my money
I just made a tent out a tarp and a bungee
I'm just tryna hide
I′m in the woods with a fire and I'm hiding with my money
I just made a tent out a tarp and a bungee
I′m just tryna hide