Verse
Hey, hey. It’s motherfuckin syndrome
Trucking— been a minute since I been home
Stuck in memories that I can’t shake
But the same way daddy’s wedding ring’s ingrown
That’s how the microphone mesh is sewn in my own flesh
Professional roadie til I’m dead— Phil Lesh
Filet on the grill but my gills still gasp
Gassed but I last cause the thrill’s not passed
Gotta write my will but I don’t make time
Cause I made a couple dimes off the way I rhyme
So there’s something in thе bank for those left behind
But thеir last name won’t be mine, unless it’s mom and dad
I used to think I was just Peter Pan
Soon I’d go and grow up and I'd go be the man
The way I was supposed to be
And I’d be living closer to the way the people close to me
Are living but it’s long enough to know I see
This is who I really am, and it’s who I want to be
And maybe I’m you’re an oddity but baby it’s your odyssey
Chorus
Whatcha looking for, baby whatcha looking for?
(I’m not lost, I’m searching)
Whatcha looking for, baby whatcha looking for?
(Not sure, I’m not quite certain)
Tell me (tell me) Tell me (tell me) Tell me (tell me)
Tell me whatcha looking for, baby whatcha looking for?
(I’m not lost, I’m just searching for you)
Verse 2
They’re out here kicking it, veggin
They got the tip in, they’re edgin
Like Mormon, I’m performing like
‘he’s fucking different, a legend’
The computers are putin’ quicker than Putin is shootin
If you live to do numbers numbers’ll sip on your soup and
I’m not dressed for a funeral shoot I’m having a hoot
You can call me a biscuit baby and butter my suit
The feed can come feed on meand start with my boot
And we say: gimme the gimme the gimme the gimme the loot
But I can’t fit though needle eye on the camel I need to ride
So just feed me a Frito Pie and I’m eating, I’m Gucci
Cause I won if I got to love, and I got three squares
Four walls and a roof
Hey, hey. It’s motherfuckin syndrome
Trucking— been a minute since I been home
Stuck in memories that I can’t shake
But the same way daddy’s wedding ring’s ingrown
That’s how the microphone mesh is sewn in my own flesh
Professional roadie til I’m dead— Phil Lesh
Filet on the grill but my gills still gasp
Gassed but I last cause the thrill’s not passed
Gotta write my will but I don’t make time
Cause I made a couple dimes off the way I rhyme
So there’s something in thе bank for those left behind
But thеir last name won’t be mine, unless it’s mom and dad
I used to think I was just Peter Pan
Soon I’d go and grow up and I'd go be the man
The way I was supposed to be
And I’d be living closer to the way the people close to me
Are living but it’s long enough to know I see
This is who I really am, and it’s who I want to be
And maybe I’m you’re an oddity but baby it’s your odyssey
Chorus
Whatcha looking for, baby whatcha looking for?
(I’m not lost, I’m searching)
Whatcha looking for, baby whatcha looking for?
(Not sure, I’m not quite certain)
Tell me (tell me) Tell me (tell me) Tell me (tell me)
Tell me whatcha looking for, baby whatcha looking for?
(I’m not lost, I’m just searching for you)
Verse 2
They’re out here kicking it, veggin
They got the tip in, they’re edgin
Like Mormon, I’m performing like
‘he’s fucking different, a legend’
The computers are putin’ quicker than Putin is shootin
If you live to do numbers numbers’ll sip on your soup and
I’m not dressed for a funeral shoot I’m having a hoot
You can call me a biscuit baby and butter my suit
The feed can come feed on meand start with my boot
And we say: gimme the gimme the gimme the gimme the loot
But I can’t fit though needle eye on the camel I need to ride
So just feed me a Frito Pie and I’m eating, I’m Gucci
Cause I won if I got to love, and I got three squares
Four walls and a roof
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