[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
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
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