Kid With the Clam

Yo, yo ay, did you want some Jimmy John's?
Shit, um...
'Cause I'm outside there right now
Aw yeah, then in that case, can I get a number five? No onions
No onions?
Yeah, and can you add light mayo?
Alright, bet and you want like, uh, chips and
No onions, you want chips or a drink?
Nah, I'm good
Alright bet, bet, bet
I'll just get chips at the studio
Alright
Alright bet
Alright mate
Alright mate
And then you transition

Please don't let this be cliché
Sometimes I lose control and
I just do what the beat say
Don't skip until the song's done
Skip rocks 'til the moon comes
I can see better in the dark
I can see a silhouette heart
I can see a demon in a European

Speeding toward me with skid marks
When the road get this narrow?
I was just on the highway
Headed home like a dead pharaoh
But I crashed and I met Yahweh
My home isn't real estate
If I die, send me into space
With a Playboy and a full plate

Working on my way back home to ya (my way to you)
Working on my way back home to ya (my way)
Working on my- (my way)
Working on my- (my way)

Working on my way back home to ya (my way)
Working on my- (my way)
Working on my- (my way)
Working on my way back home to ya (home)

Working on my way back home to ya (my way), to ya
My way, way, way, aye-aye
Way you, my way you

Working on my way back home to ya
Working on my way back home to ya (home)
Working on my- (home), working on my- (home)
Working on my way back home to ya (home)

If you have too much light, you know
You wouldn't be able to see the horizon, right?
And if you don't have enough light, you can't see it
So I think that's where like, a balance happens

My way
My way (home)
My way (home)
My way (home)
My way
My way (home)
My way (home)
My way (home)
My way home
My way
My way, way, way, aye-aye

And then you transition
Damn, from the sun and the moon
To the shade and the light, it's all about the balance
Done, that's perfect
Thank you
Cool, thank you
And it's three o'clock