Slow motion, got a look and a feel
The best show civilians roll over the hood when I peel
I'm the neighborhood butcher, put a hook and a veal
Slaughter every claw and hoof in the field
Pawn a rook on the board, frog and feather
Anonymous, fawn or elder
I'm long gone [?], call you bull of terror [?]
The salt and pepper stepper, and chinos and a long john waffle
I'm dressed for the dickens, but it's all Franz Kafka
Nest with the griffins, adventure with vigilantes
Where I win is home again with no disembodied phalanges
The one man vanguard, clamber up your ramparts
You'd understand it if you ever left the ant farm
You'd understand it if you ever left the van park
Somewhere and ventured on foot where the expanse starts
Outlander at the never-ending sidewalk
Snappin' twigs, addin' pigs to the flight log
I can't not trespass, hold in a fence [?]
Cut a second if it's red-flagged
Red badge of courage, unfettered amps of current
Unfriendly energy, anything less is amateurish
Look, this aperture is on its way to eat a ray of light
Don't be the ray to rub who ain't respect the radii
Don't be obnoxious when you lock into the ghost dance
Toast with the most growth, avocado toast champ

When I don't know where to go
I find myself a bench and share and don't know where to crow
Then I just know
When I don't know how to act
I climb into my car and then I drive it off the map
Then I drive right back

I don't really patiently wait around
Nor take a mulligan
I play it from the gator's mouth
Major malfunction is the nature of the paper route
It's falling on your fucking face and getting up to take a bow
Then falling on your face again, take a bow
Not a sour grape in sight, I'm grateful for the sacred ground
I've been on hyena times, scouting every cliff and crag
Sniffing out the killers with no middlemen or diplomats
A tit for tat, bad company up jumps the mummy
I'm up late plucking an ugly duckling for the puffy
All puffed up and covered in crumb cake
I'm from with a footwear, it's one with a duct tape
And you can feel the walls on a squeeze
Tryin' to sober the speed, there's no smoke screen
Going act as slow as careen, perpetual motion machine
Now don't let's go a bingo [?], spin which way the wind blows
Bring ninja clothes, bring a megaphone, a headdress
Homemade blast suit, Gore-Tex in excess
Bring a meal shake, bring a pry bar, couple mixtapes
All my stars, I should go ahead and clothesline a whole lot of you
Wind up you all the weightlessness, you wake up to Andromeda
Squad entertaining the five stages of agita
You probably should've missed them with the la-di-da

When I don't know where to go
I find myself a bench and share a donut with a crow
Then I just know
Know what I mean?
When I don't know how to act
I climb into my car and then I drive it off the mat
Then I drive right back