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