Holy Waterfall

[Verse 1]

I'm a glutton where the food still shimmy and shake

Not a fingerprint to pin him to a physical plane

Probably show up as an isolated pocket of cold

Got a way of making tilapia hop in the boat

I was fending off a lizard on the dock of the lake

In Siem Reap, smoking something I forgot how to say

Maybe twenty paranoia, eighty plotted against

Palm reader calling in his archaeologist friend

It's been a long and bitter breakup with the science of sleep

I'm through the lobby on my stomach with a knife in my teeth

Brave winter, rain slicker over mutinous code

Finally free of all you fuckers I should pull through a phone

I could transform later when the gradient fade

There's a paranormal energy awake and engaged

There's a Kawasaki out behind a barn in Angkor

Money said if you could start it, it's yours

[Chorus]

Forecast warm, leftover chicken for the dogs

I've been jumping over fences in a hundred different forms

Next week warm, message at the tone

I've been sketching on the roof or getting sketchy in the strobe

Warm, six legs circling a drain

I been swatting him for twenty, it's impervious to pain

Next week warm, rattle in the cough

I been running ragged tryna shake an apparition off

[Verse 2]

In the pitch dark searching for the source of the hex

Got a loyal tentacle in every corner of heck

Hooded figure from the wreckage of an alien ship

Nescafé washing down a snake on a stick

Spotted floating down a river tryna curse in Khmer

With no shirt, seven days worth of dirt in his hair

When the motor finally folded to the accident prone

Had to flag another captain, phantasm in tow

I've been ignoring any semblance of relatable Earth

I got a homie from the region who could name every bird

And tell you what it is to wake up with a tank in the yard

Type of shit to make you question what your days even are

There's a holy waterfall where you could rinse and repeat

Find religion while the minnows eat the skin off your feet

If you wake me on a January morning at four

Don't get excited when I bark at the door

[Chorus]

Forecast warm, leftover chicken for the dogs

I've been jumping over fences in a hundred different forms

Next week warm, message at the tone

I've been sketching on the roof or getting sketchy in the strobe

Warm, six legs circling a drain

I been swatting him for twenty, it's impervious to pain

Next week warm, rattle in the cough

I been running ragged tryna shake an apparition off

[Verse 3]

Y'all keep not being shit, all I do is chomp at the bit

Caltrop in his foot, still hop to the bridge

All rah, rah, a pox on your kin

Pass through the prism, maintain position

Knock over everything, walk away whistling

False name, I work at a fake business

Daybreak 'til I break up into trained pigeons

And I came from the cave paint, chase painkillers

Tailed by an arcane shape in the scribble

I stake out snakes that forsake the sigil

Wait 'em out, show 'em how the wavelength ripple

I'm afraid they don't wanna see a wound-up truant

Get to walk down a street to the sound of doves cooing

Doves like, "I love what you doing, even when it's drugs at the ruin"

Money, I was plucked from the fire, jumped back in the fire

It's fucked, you're free to hire another pathfinder

Skull and bones humming the tones that don't bode well

Only if you may have built an altar at the hotel, oh well