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Strawman
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Strawman was released on March 19, 2021 by Haunted Mound as a part of the album Strawman - Single
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Release DateMarch 19, 2021
LabelHaunted Mound
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Buckshot
Buckshot
Songwriter
Sematary Grave Man
Sematary Grave Man
Songwriter
oscar 18
oscar 18
Songwriter

Lyrics

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
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
Written by: Buck Shot, Sematary Grave Man, oscar 18
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