You're gonna have to nail my feet to the floor
I'm airborne
I just stopped by so I could kick in the door
Like I'm returning to form
Pulling the sword from your stone face
Like overkill, "praise the horde"
If you want an arrow through an apple core
I'll send you the chords
I know the drill
It's been in my temple this whole time
I'm out here like *smoke bomb*
I need hellfire how I ghost ride
And we swan dive into quicksand
We do big band on mushrooms
Like no wonder we've been road running
Like knife to the neck just to cut through
So my "let me clear my throat"
Is like "fire in the hole"
And this is crocodile soul
This is "find your own way home"
This is post-traumatic street magic
Don't check the score
Cuz you're gonna have to nail my feet to the floor
You gotta get it while the getting's good and get away
I got work on the seventh day
You know there's gon' be hell to pay
You gotta get it while the getting's good and get away
I got work on the seventh day
You know there's gon' be hell to pay