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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 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 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 tell you science ain't the only player in the network" Y'all should've 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, whoa 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's 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"
Writer(s): James Simon, Ian Bavitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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