He’s takin’ names / and email addresses / he knows that your transgressions run into the scores / and where you slipped last night and what’s beneath the sores / he’s takin’ names / he’s dressin’ sharp / and he only takes a cab / no paper trail to nab him and no credit score / when he’s smokin’ with the blinds down and a towel under the door / he’s dressin’ sharp / if you give him just a little bit / just the tip of the tongue just a tiny hit / and he walks / if you ever hovered underneath the slip / i can promise you this one
day it’ll hit / and he’ll start to talk / and a milk and honey voice will echo off every wall / and standin’ in that courtyard, brother, you’ll never feel so small / if you give him just a little bit / just the tip of the tongue just a tiny hit / and he walks / if you ever hovered
underneath the slip / i can promise you this one day it’ll hit / and he’ll start to talk / and a pilgrim with his head in the clouds / the singer singin’ right out loud / the singer singin’ multiple choice / the pilgrim takes in every voice / he’ll come like a thief / when the big
city stops it’s hummin’ / his kids are runnin’ laps and grindin’ mud into their shoes / do you think he’s gonna trace the tracks? / or settle for the grooves? / he’s takin’ names