Imma Go (Zebo)

Imma go Zebo Imma go Imma go Zebo Imma go (Alright) Imma go Zebo Imma go Imma go Zebo Imma go (Imma, imma, imma, imma) It's a little colder than I thought it was gonna be out here Sweater weather never mattered in a desert drought, dear Sweetie Sydney Sweeney, sorry, still ain't seen your show Motorola Razr baby, call me on the phone Drip drop You're gonna melt alive You're going nonstop Working day and night You're getting sick of everything you wanted in life Everything you wanted Taped a bunch of foam up to my walls to try to kill the clap clap Echo in the chamber wreaking havoc on my track I'm not sentimental, maybe lonely, no sap But now I kinda miss the way the room would speak back Now I kinda miss the way the walls would speak back (Now you kinda miss the way the room would speak back) Imma go Zebo Imma go Imma go Zebo Imma go (Imma, imma, imma, imma) Did you know I used to roll with the squad (hey, hey!) Thirty deep in a two-car garage USA! USA! Everybody's getting bombed Saw a dead possum on the sidewalk, or was he just playing? (Playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing) I don't really have anything to say I'm just saying Now, you're in Norway I'm back here in Nebraska Doing what I quote-unquote "have to do" It's a classic ouroboros Times two (times two) Make it infinity, then Maybe we should go and change the band name again Musical equivalent of buzzing my head Oh, Imma go Zebo Be so for real right now Imma go Zebo Imma go Zebo (Imma go Zebo) Imma go Zebo (Imma go Zebo) Imma go (Imma go Zebo) Imma go Zebo Imma go Imma go Zebo Imma go Like a mainline, I got it going on Like a freight line, I'm moving all the hauls The weights that cause the waves that rock the boat Well, Imma go Zebo