Timber Timber TimberIt's going down, I'm yelling timberYou better move, you

Wake up in the morning, feelin' like P. DiddyGrab my glasses,

we go, welcome to my funeralWithout you, I don't

door cracked, we don't need a keyWe get in

like we're holding on foreverI gotta let it goTime's

in the South, I can't rememberIf I just moved. Where

did did it) I did it but I'm

oh, oh, na, naThere's a ghost under the

‘Wherever You Are’ is a song that is really relevant to

up in the morning feelin' like J. EpsteinGonna hop on

Boots, boys, ohI think it's time that I mentionI've got myself

like a shirt with a coffee stainLeft in the

a Gucci bag, got it with the bambooGot a Gucci

away from my windowLeave at your own chosen speedI'm

think it's time to practice what I preachExorcise the demons

nice to meet youI don't think we've met beforeYou're

you almost had me fooledTold me that I was

Kesha, Big Freedia, Kesha & Big dang, this that

than the remixSicker than the kitten got your

kitten got your tongue tied in knots, I seeSpit