Recently, my neighbor spotted me
Casing my own house
I said I only really like to
Go in when I go out
"You okay, dude?" "yeah, you okay?" "yeah
I'm good"
"yeah?" "yeah, " "Good, " "Alright"
I know every black crow in the
City by it's first name
And it's surname, and it's bird call
And it's birthday look, I'm cursed
Ran down Main like a man
On fire from a church
Mangiest scalp in the state
Angriest eyes in the world
Son pipes up, "Tell me, old man
How is that you could even know that?
It's not even a thing that
Scientists knows how to measure"
Gramps like, "Sonny
I been all over this motherfuckin' road map
I can tеll you science ain't the
Only playеr in the network"
Y'all shoulda seen the boy face
Nothin' like a smug young punk
Realizin' what his counterpoint ain't
All the smartest people that I know seem
To teeter in a paranoid state
You can know it all and never know
You haven't actually departed point A
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
You sayin' there's a B?
No, I'm saying you won't ever need to
Limit the edition when you're free, woah
So, what do you do when you get to Z?
Bro, look, there is not a chance
I am not officially a ghost
Invisible and slamming all the doors
A paranormal scrambling of phones, look
There is not a day
An ember isn't cupped in his hands
It's slowly reaching up into the sky
It's fluctuating under my command, look
I don't use shortcuts, I don't use pace cars
Cut through a graveyard
Just to cut through another graveyard
Just to cut through another graveyard
"He's no longer on the radar"

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): IAN BAVITZ, JAMES SIMON