Burning Leaves (Reloaded '22 Version)

(If you think you're gonna take me down, you got another thing comin')
(But I mean, this is why I'm on 'em to begin with, see?)

It was this time of the year and we're almost there
Any fool could see that the branches were almost bare
This screw's got nothing better to do with his time
Approaching me with empty threats and hollow lines

Try and tell me what to do
What the hell is wrong with you
You see I'm packing heat and
I'm Burning Leaves

In little piles, little piles
(Gotta put 'em in)
Little piles, little piles
(Arrange them in)
Little piles, little piles
(Yeah)

Before long there were three on one
Trying to shut me down
When I ask why, they stare dumbfound

(You expect me to believe)
Oh the smoke
It only causes asthma Monday through Friday
Not Saturday Sunday
(Let's make it a fun day)
Sorry excuses always built on lies
Keep in mind my .22 is always at my side

Go on and tell me what to do
What the hell is wrong with you
You see I'm packing heat and
I'm Burning Leaves
Oh, Ahhhh

(They try and say)
It only causes asthma Monday through Friday
Not Saturday Sunday
Not Saturday Sunday

So try and tell me what to do
What the hell is wrong with you
You see I'm packing heat and
I'm Burning Leaves



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Dunn
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