Oh My Stars

Lyrics for Oh My Stars

Slow motion got a look and a feel That best show civilians roll over the hood when I peel I’m the neighborhood butcher, put a hook in the veal Slaughter every claw and hoof in the field Pawn and rook on the board Frog and feather, anonymous fawn or elder I’m long gone call your ball of terror The salt and pepper stepper In Chinos and a Long John waffle I’m dressed for the Dickens but it’s all Franz Kafka Nest with the gryphons, adventure with vigilantes Where a 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 parked Somewhere and ventured on foot where the expanse starts Outlander at the never-ending sidewalk Snapping twigs, adding pigs to the flight log I can’t not trespass, hole in the 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 “raider of” who ain’t respect the radii Don’t be obnoxious when he lock into the ghost dance Host with the most growth, avocado toast champ When I don’t know where to go I find myself a bench and share a donut with a crow Then I just know Nahmean? 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’ll 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 been on hyena time, scouting every cliff and crag Sniffing out the killers with no middleman or diplomat, to tit for tat Bad company, up jumps the mummy I’m up late plucking a ugly duckling for the puffy All puffed up and covered in crumb cake I'm from where the footwear is one with the duct tape And you can feel the walls on the squeeze, tryin’ to sober the speed There’s no smokescreen going that could slow his careen Perpetual motion machine, I don’t “let’s go” I been ghost Been which way the wind blows, bring ninja clothes Bring a megafauna headdress Homemade blast suit, Gore-Tex in excess Bring a meal shake, bring a pry bar Couple mixtapes, oh my stars I should go ahead and clothesline the whole lot of ya Wallop you all to weightlessness, you wake up to andromeda Squad entertaining the five stages of Agita Ya probably shoulda missed him with 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 Nahmean? 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