I’m always hunting for songs.
They’re where they don’t belong.
So I open fire
‘cause they won’t be there long.
I’m a hunter… or a liar
got to stay strong.
I’m always making it rhyme.
It’s all I do all the time.
I don’t care if it’s dying.
I don’t care if it’s mine
as long as it rhymes.
As long as it rhymes.
I’m always lassoing moons.
Making mountains move.
Anything less and I”m
just taking a snooze.
Come wake me baby.
I’ve got a dream for you.