Lyrics

[Verse]
Grey strands flowing, wisdom untamed,
Preppy Lorax chillin', never ashamed.
Vintage tweed suit, bowtie on lock,
Tree whisperer, strolls like he owns the block.

[Verse 2]
Aged like wine, but his style don’t crack,
Pocket watch ticking, time bounces back.
Birchwood in his pipe, puffin’ sweet air,
Eco-warrior legend with debonair flair.

[Chorus]
Preppy Lorax, spittin’ green dreams,
Cashmere scarf flowin’ in the streams.
Grey hair speaks, old forests scream,
Save the trees or they'll haunt your dreams.

[Verse 3]
Corduroy loafers stepping on the moss,
Talks to saplings like he's the big boss.
Hardwood legend who don't play fair,
Grey crown glowing like storm clouds stare.

[Bridge]
Cufflinks glisten under moonlight haze,
Speaks in riddles, leaves folks amazed.
Oak-aged wisdom in every word thrown,
He got roots deeper than the forest he's sewn.

[Verse 4]
Critics call him relic, says he’s past his due,
But the Lorax goes viral when he drops the truth.
Slick rhymes sprout like pines through the fog,
Old man, sharp mind, no mute dialogue.