[Intro] It’s springtime, know what that means Everything smells like funky trees It’s springtime, know what that means Everything smells like funky trees [Verse 1] Sunshine, cute dress, windows down Walkin’ like I own this little town Cherry lips, fresh air, feelin’ free Then that smell comes swingin’ back at me I check my hair, I check my knees Like girl, what died in the April breeze But deep inside my nose agrees It’s those trashy little funky trees [Chorus] It’s springtime, know what that means Everything smells like funky trees Sidewalk, front porch, birds and bees Everything smells like funky trees Nature’s out here actin’ sweet Then throws that funk on every street Real cute blossoms, filthy tease That’s just life with funky trees [Verse 2] They look so pure in their white bouquet Like innocence in a Pinterest way Little soft petals, clean and bright Like they sleep in silk every night But noon rolls in with heat and breeze And suddenly it’s chemistry You don’t need gossip or a PhD To know exactly what that be [Chorus] It’s springtime, know what that means Everything smells like funky trees Backyard, crosswalk, gentle breeze Everything smells like funky trees Mother Nature’s wild for this Pretty little flowers with a nasty twist Serving face and vulgarity That’s the brand of funky trees [Bridge] Who approved this floral prank Who let these bloom and thought “they stank” I want names, receipts, a full review An apology and a chainsaw too They stand there cute in the golden breeze Like “Who, me?” with those funky trees [Chorus] It’s springtime, know what that means Everything smells like funky trees Church lot, bike path, fresh air dreams Everything smells like funky trees Spring said “romance,” then changed the script Now the whole damn block got hit and dipped Pretty white blooms with zero shame And everybody knows their name [Outro] It’s springtime, know what that means Everything smells like funky trees It’s springtime, know what that means Everything smells like funky trees [End]
