Norwood in the corner like, “nah bro, my wood soft,” Friends poppin’ bottles while he sippin’ apple wood. Moon, Campbell, Nudo lookin’ at him like “BRO, YOU SHOULD.” But Norwood cross his arms like a saint from the hood of wood. “I’m a good boy, guys, I don’t drink beer!” Whole squad yelled back: “MAN GET YO’ LAME ASS WOOD HERE!” He said “NO, I WON’T,” wood crackin’ with fear — So they laughed so hard it shook the fuckin’ atmosphere. ⸻ (Verse 2 — Dark Humor Upgrade) Moon said, “Bro, you’re killin’ the vibe,” “Like you work for the FBI or some church youth wood tribe.” Campbell yelled, “Drink SOMETHIN’, it ain’t a bribe,” But Norwood stood firm on his wood— good boy energy alive. Nudo clowned him hard, recorded the scene, “Look at Norwood bein’ sober and clean!” Posted that shit with the caption “PURE WOOD,” Even though Norwood grown — wood lookin’ fifteen. Norwood said, “Guys please, I don’t wanna sin,” They roasted him so long he started tuckin’ his chin. Moon pushed a drink toward him with a devilish grin, Norwood ran off screamin’ “NOPE, I WON’T GIVE IN!” ⸻ (Final Hook — Destructive) Norwood in the corner like, “nah bro, my wood soft,” Friends poppin’ bottles while he sippin’ apple wood. Moon, Campbell, Nudo lookin’ at him like “BRO, YOU SHOULD.” But Norwood cross his arms like a saint from the hood of wood. “I’m a good boy, guys, I don’t drink beer!” Whole squad yelled back: “MAN GET YO’ LAME ASS WOOD HERE!” He said “NO, I WON’T,” voice crackin’ with fear — Norwood the sober king… of gettin’ wood up his ass by his peers.
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