Spin To Win

Lyrics for Spin To Win

I float around the room folk nopin’ out in twos In confession by the morn, tenets going down the tubes People tossing out they dogmas after pausing all his moves The walk is not a mathematics that is taught in schools The wave is not as innocent as boppin’ to your favorites When you opt in as a comic on the dais I’m sayin, when you lock in as a tile in the mosaic Any play is if your molecules can take it My molecules are holding I hear you but I’m picturing my happy place Somewhere in the smoke and mirrors, holy spirit activate Act a fool or acclimate or I could give an actual fuck The universe will catch up and recalibrate, that’s what’s up Had to AWOL off the wayfare It was that or blow his top and drop you all at doggy daycare I bet I find the crystal and return before you fizzle on the way there Crowd-funding train fare, yo I’m in the wind, I show up on a whim I whip around the woods, I rattle every limb I dip into the city, I agitate the sims I crash into the house, maybe take it for a ssssssspin The “on air” on, I’m instantly ejected from my office chair To haul off and punch a couple cars, “Hey I’m walking here…” Off his square with snow tires on his chess piece In eyeglasses thick enough to start a fire next week Par a million, not some arbitrary park and ride It get your party parted from them party size starry eyes Sorry, I know you planned for satin black and stark white The truth is harvested in areas that marbleize “Zero time for the bullshit” he said, eating sushi, closing deals at a full sprint The dotted line wolf print, dollar sign eyeballs Ever mismatched with other slot machine icons Wire walker, the watcher over your diorama Dive bomber, divide, conquer, and find water Night crawler, I’m eye-poppingly not right Nevermind what’s in the pot pie, yo I’m in the wind, I show up on a whim I whip around the woods, I rattle every limb I dip into the city, I agitate the sims I crash into the house, maybe take it for a ssssssspin When he cut his palm and bleed on the altar things change Lights blinking, earth shaking, people taking sick days Ghosts in the graveyard ring the bell 6 ways Coffin splinters situated underneath the finger nails Sail searching for the holy grail of zingers The Mingus of digs that shrink wizards into interns Kingdoms into cinders, entire ecosystems into digits Dust to dust, it’s just business Trust, the stick and move, rock and strafe I’m in the spot like a cardboard box with legs Pop up, shock and dismay Pop down, just a prop that cannot be explained It’s a problem, the oddly off-course nor’easter Playing possum, wakes and orders up a twelve-egg omelette Light shooting out from under his door One thing before you fetch whatever’s tucked in the drawer I’m in the wind, I show up on a whim I whip around the woods, I rattle every limb I dip into the city, I agitate the sims I crash into the house, maybe take it for a ssssssspin