[Verse 1] I'm a glutton where the food still shimmy and shake Not a fingerprint to pin him to a physical plane Probably show up as an isolated pocket of cold Got a way of making tilapia hop in the boat I was fending off a lizard on the dock of the lake In Siem Reap, smoking something I forgot how to say Maybe twenty paranoia, eighty plotted against Palm reader calling in his archaeologist friend It's been a long and bitter breakup with the science of sleep I'm through the lobby on my stomach with a knife in my teeth Brave winter, rain slicker over mutinous code Finally free of all you fuckers I should pull through a phone I could transform later when the gradient fade There's a paranormal energy awake and engaged There's a Kawasaki out behind a barn in Angkor Money said if you could start it, it's yours
[Chorus] Forecast warm, leftover chicken for the dogs I've been jumping over fences in a hundred different forms Next week warm, message at the tone I've been sketching on the roof or getting sketchy in the strobe Warm, six legs circling a drain I been swatting him for twenty, it's impervious to pain Next week warm, rattle in the cough I been running ragged tryna shake an apparition off
[Verse 2] In the pitch dark searching for the source of the hex Got a loyal tentacle in every corner of heck Hooded figure from the wreckage of an alien ship Nescafé washing down a snake on a stick Spotted floating down a river tryna curse in Khmer With no shirt, seven days worth of dirt in his hair When the motor finally folded to the accident prone Had to flag another captain, phantasm in tow I've been ignoring any semblance of relatable Earth I got a homie from the region who could name every bird And tell you what it is to wake up with a tank in the yard Type of shit to make you question what your days even are There's a holy waterfall where you could rinse and repeat Find religion while the minnows eat the skin off your feet If you wake me on a January morning at four Don't get excited when I bark at the door
[Chorus] Forecast warm, leftover chicken for the dogs I've been jumping over fences in a hundred different forms Next week warm, message at the tone I've been sketching on the roof or getting sketchy in the strobe Warm, six legs circling a drain I been swatting him for twenty, it's impervious to pain Next week warm, rattle in the cough I been running ragged tryna shake an apparition off
[Verse 3] Y'all keep not being shit, all I do is chomp at the bit Caltrop in his foot, still hop to the bridge All rah, rah, a pox on your kin Pass through the prism, maintain position Knock over everything, walk away whistling False name, I work at a fake business Daybreak 'til I break up into trained pigeons And I came from the cave paint, chase painkillers Tailed by an arcane shape in the scribble I stake out snakes that forsake the sigil Wait 'em out, show 'em how the wavelength ripple I'm afraid they don't wanna see a wound-up truant Get to walk down a street to the sound of doves cooing Doves like, "I love what you doing, even when it's drugs at the ruin" Money, I was plucked from the fire, jumped back in the fire It's fucked, you're free to hire another pathfinder Skull and bones humming the tones that don't bode well Only if you may have built an altar at the hotel, oh wellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
