Strawman (feat. Sematary)

Buckeshot

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    Strawman, strawman
    Someone burn him down
    Strawman, strawman
    Please don't make a sound (yeah)

    Strawman, strawman
    Someone burn him down (burn him down)
    Strawman, strawman
    Please don't make a sound (please don't make a sound)
    Strawman, strawman
    Someone burn him down (burn him down)
    Strawman, strawman
    Please don't make a sound (please don't make a sound)

    I've been up for several days
    Seeing shadows, plato's cave
    Break my brain, I'm sleep depraved (break)
    Got too deep, carried away
    I'm a fucking scarecrow, find me at the gallows
    Ripped and torn my old clothes, true religion cargos
    Bridges made of rainbows, passing through the meadows
    Dying with my shadow under weeping willows
    Bare branches spike into the sky
    Dropping down to your knees, God only knows that I've tried (that I've tried)
    And I don't know if I'll make it out to the other side
    'Cause I'm always wakin' up, I feel like jekyll and hyde

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    Strawman, strawman
    Someone burn him down (burn him down)
    Strawman, strawman
    Please don't make a sound (please don't make a sound)
    Strawman, strawman
    Someone burn him down (burn him down)
    Strawman, strawman (ahh)
    Please don't make a sound (don't make a sound, ahh, ahh)

    I'm the strawman, baby, and I got that reaper blade
    We stay turnt up in the field, if only I had a brain
    You say you got some friends, but they all fade away (bye-bye)
    Got you off that fear gas, now you see it’s all fake (no, no)
    Rockin' burlap mask, you gonna see me today (ahh)
    Post up in the windmill, that's where I like to stay
    It’s the dark night of the scarecrow, I feel like bubba (bubba)
    Got them truey jeans on, you know I rock that buddha
    Wind blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow (ohh)
    Scarecrow strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong
    Meadows turn to ash, green grass turn to rot
    And I might be a strawman, but they will never burn me down

    Strawman, strawman
    Someone burn him down (burn him down)
    Strawman, strawman
    Please don't make a sound (please don't make a sound)
    Strawman, strawman
    Someone burn him down (burn him down)
    Strawman, strawman
    Please don't make a sound (please don't make a sound)

    Strawman, strawman

    Song details

    Composition: Sematary and Buckeshot

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