Tanjint Wiggy - Treehouse

I've heard stories of a people on a hill
My family never been there I probably never will
I've heard stories of a people in the sky
They built themselves a treehouse and they helped eachother fly
I've heard stories of a creature in the east
That will grant you any wish down at the bottom of a beach
I've heard stories of a people in the south that they only eatin' good and they turn the party out

When I was growing up
All I had wanted was to be in that treehouse with friends
When I was growing up a bitter lesson was
Every childhood has to end

Yeah I've heard stories of a promise in the west
A lover on his way but they ain't found eachother yet
I've heard stories of the way it outta be
A community of unity just posted in a tree
I've heard stories of a life another way
Where people get to choose what is night and what is day
I've heard tell of a lonely carousel
They say she's tired like a city that don't know eachother well

When I was growing up
All I had wanted was to be in that treehouse with friends
When I was growing up a bitter lesson was
Every childhood has to end

Call a general contractor for the life of my mind
Friendships they can turn on a dime
Lessons come and learn with one a mine
Look at the time 30 years old
We have accomplished some of these goals
Cept for the fort and lair of gold
Where is the loft for all as foretold
Crash on the couch, I'll get the dishes
Matty got pizza that ish is delicious
Let's watch arrested development inhale and sharin' it all of our grandiose visions
Let me put aside my sovereignty
And chase how I think how life ougthed to be
Let me take more than what was allotted to me
Let's all go in on a property
Probably a café and a studio a record shop
A residence right on the top, a clothing spot, a place to rock
But are you about hip-hop or just another lazy lover
Tristan built a fam of friends now they say it's crazy of 'em
But that wasn't what they said when it was Friday night at 1 am
Everyone was drunken and they swore that we was one of them
The villagers they luncheon in the sun until they're done with him
They havin' so much fun they claim the opposite of plunderin'
So much that they can build
Man this feeling must be real
Couldn't wait to take his team of woken people to the field
To show the normies all the glory of the young inspired and horny
We're forming an exploratory homie form of California
Yeah I was a piece of work
Cocky with a jesus shirt
Really was just me the nerd
Trying to engage the world
What a fool to think the cool was stepping through the vestibule
They'd never leave the festival to try and help the rest of you

But all they wanted was to be in heated love
Not just a treehouse with their friends
A bitter lesson was that if I wanted more
Good works of my own must begin

Written by:
Tristan Acker

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