Spin To Win

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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 spin

[Verse 2]

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

Nightcrawler, I’m eye-poppingly not right

Never mind what’s in the pot pie, yo

[Chorus]

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 spin

[Verse 3]

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

[Chorus]

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 spin