Shadow

All you're trying to do is settle into the groove But no one recognizes all you're trying to be is good You're just a sha-ah-ah-dow Of things that have past But then you wear a suit different types of looks Throwing crazy shapes and avant-garde looks They just do-on't care It's just no-ot fair Prisoner of famous parents, assisted recognition Legacy of class impostors, baritone chancers Gangsters fantasies, human Jenga, fragile men Sharp heads in basements enjoying tragedy Economy poets, Rasputin, the dribblers The vanity soldiеrs, the casual gender flеxible encounters The promises of modern love, free the people's land, et cetera There's a couple of people that prefer you in France With tired eyes and sonic nuance They say you're a modern Gainsbourg Out of tune and absurd But no one will get over that you're someone's son Even though you want to be like Frank Ocean But you don't sound like him You sound just like Ian All you're trying to do is settle into the groove But no one recognizes all you're trying to be is good You're just a sha-ah-ah-dow Of things that have past But then you wear a suit different types of looks Throwing crazy shapes and avant-garde looks They just do-on't care It's just no-ot fair