Recently my neighbor spotted me casing my own house
I said I only really like to go in when I go out
"You ok dude?"
"Yeah, you ok?"
"Yeah."
"Good." (Yeah? Yeah. Good. Alright)
I know every black crow in the city by its first name
And its surname, and its bird call, and its 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 it that you could even know that?
It’s not even a thing that scientists know how to measure”
Gramps like “Sonny I been all over this motherfucking roadmap
I can tеll you science ain’t the only playеr in the network."
Y'all shoulda seen the boy face
Nothing like a smug young punk realizing 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 saying 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
I cut through a graveyard
Just to cut through another graveyard
Just to cut through another graveyard
(“He’s no longer on the radar")