All the Smartest People

Recently, my neighbor spotted me casing my own house
I said I only really like to go in when I go out
"You okay, dude?" "Yeah, you okay?" "Yeah, I'm good"
"Yeah?" "Yeah," "Good," "Alright"

I know every black crow in the city by its first name
And its surname, and its bird call, and its birthday, look
I'm cursed, ran down Main like a man on fire from a church
Mangiest scalp in the state, angriest eyes in the world

Son pipes up, "Tell me, old man, how is that you could even know that?
It's not even a thing that scientists knows how to measure"
Gramps like, "Sonny, I been all over this motherfuckin' road map
I can tell you science ain't the only player in the network"

Y'all should've seen the boy face
Nothin' like a smug young punk realizin' what his counterpoint ain't
All the smartest people that I know seem to teeter in a paranoid state
You can know it all and never know you haven't actually departed point A

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, you sayin' there's a B?
No, I'm saying you won't ever need to limit the edition when you're free, whoa
So, what do you do when you get to Z?
Bro, look, there is not a chance
I am not officially a ghost, invisible and slamming all the doors
A paranormal scrambling of phones

Look, there's not a day an ember isn't cupped in his hands
It's slowly reaching up into the sky, it's fluctuating under my command
Look, I don't use shortcuts, I don't use pace cars
Cut through a graveyard, just to cut through another graveyard
Just to cut through another graveyard
"He's no longer on the radar"



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Writer(s): James Simon, Ian Bavitz
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