[Verse 1: Dessa]
Leave when the snow melts
On the first clear night
River runs deep
Walk against it
Walk 'til the Southern Cross peaks on the west edge
Of the brine lake at the dredged end
Ruts in the mud, then gravel, then a paved one
Left at the Amoco, right at the station
First train, wait
Take the second headed east
Window seat, pretty girl with the gold teeth
Has a hotel key with your name on it
Stay on it 'til the train hits the border in the morning
Duck the conductor, leave through the back door
Wait for my sign on the platform
Smoke on the skyline
Welcome to Delphi
They’ll come with questions
Answer what you can
Everybody knows the new oracle’s at hand
[Hook]
Oh, there probably ain’t another way
And I watch so amazed
And float through everyday
Hoping I don’t float away
That I don’t float away
[Verse 2: P.O.S.]
Cold world, no blanket
Uh, dark nights, no Batman, what up?
I keep a nail in the hand and a hammer on the nightstand
Locked in, no B-plan
Keep the mouth shut, let em stay lost
Radio up, radio off
Either no guts or it’s so what
Rather read up then trust my neck to the blood suck
Full moon, hand fulla silver bullets
High noon all day with these assholes
How soon is too soon to pull it when I doubt they count they paces at all?
So fly but took a bullet in the wax wing
So high but didn’t get the chance to melt
So tight how when he came down didn’t even look scared
Just eased on back into the veldt
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Sims]
The woods are deep
Fuckin' A, them woods are deep
I was drinking that cheap shit
To fall asleep
And really solely to hold my feet
Because these days I’ve been taking that heavy so lightly
That I might float away completely
In my psyche
I’m the natural man in a Black Friday stampede
LED murder spree for cheap
And the video screams, Worldstar War Z
I’m feeling dirty but feeling so good I just smile at the thieves
Fold up a note in the breeze
Cause I got a few miles to go before I concede
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Cecil]
You got it wrong, but you got it made
A lot of weight but you gotta wait for a lot of aid though
And I’m not a maid or amazed by the raise in your payroll
Ergo silence the offers
High-wire walkers, child actors
Ain’t vying for your father figure fodder
Otter out, we outta time, you outta line you lil Focker
Taut line from the dock to the Oscars
[Verse 5: Mike]
And I’m reading like a Rorschach
Hiding lines in my pantomime, allegory in a smirk
Where my eyes won’t take you my moves do that work, a nonverbal creep
Where the O.G's weep
Slide, slip, test glide
Connect like catching wreck like R-E-S-P-I-R-ation from the Westside
Now it’s strong in the Midwest in my own nation
Got a fam and we crewed up in sub-clans, no subjugation
With the wings and the chops
Put the beans in the pot
Like the seeds to the crop
Doomtree, No Kings, cut the top
Head em off at the neck, better off dead
Dead em all, better them than you, right?
Forever type shit