Dennis Rodman - ​i'm thinking about horses lyrics

[Intro: Mike Posner] Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod- Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod-, Dennis Rod- [Verse: Mike Posner] I'm thinking about God Is it a he or a she or a feeling or love? Does she personally ordain every occurrence and every moment Or did she set the universe in motion and then move on? To try to top her achievement? Maybe this universe wasn't an achievement at all Maybe our lives, our wars, our f**ups, our diseases Our love, our humanity, our pa**ion, our pennies, our Holocaust Are all just a rehearsal before the show A sketch before the mural, a stretch before the jump Does she love me? Does God know I'm here? I'm thinking about God, I'm thinking about s** I've been holy all day and acted in ways that deserve adjectives like "honorable," "good," and "straight" But it's after 10PM now and I'm bored I watched a movie on the internet alone and now it's over I pick up my phone and text every female I know within a 15 mile radius It's a terrible thing that deserves adjectives like "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "a**hole-ish" (Dennis Rodman) I made that up just for myself "Hey, Nicole" "Oh, hey, what's up Mike? I'm about to get in bed, you?" "Well, I'm chilling, I've just been thinking about you ;)" "Haha, really random, I haven't seen you in so long. What made you think about me?" "Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm thinking about s**" I'm thinking about horses, they're so goddamn regal Their muscles ripple through their skin like waves in a little ocean Magnificent beasts But why the f** do they listen to us? They're so much stronger than they know But they trade their freedom for a dependable meal They let people get on top of them and tell them where to go But how can I judge? Is that not exactly what I do? Is that not exactly what we all do? I'm thinking about horses I'm thinking about dad He's 70 and he's just starting to get old Things are gonna change soon I don't feel ready for the change that's coming soon I am standing on the beach watching the tsunami grow From a minuscule rise in the horizon to a monstrous tidal wave I am not moving, I am not scared I am not scared, I am not wearing swimwear I am standing on the beach waiting for the tsunami And dad taught me about love and sacrifice But that's sort of like a book that you read and forgot about 'Cause I don't love and I don't sacrifice And youth was my excuse for that, but that excuse is getting old Maybe I'm gay I'm thinking about dad I'm thinking about d**h What if this plane goes down? That would be okay, you know, I had a good run I wonder if a lot of people would come to my funeral Maybe my fans would do something special Maybe they'd cry and maybe it'd be in the newspaper Yeah, I think I'd get in the Detroit News Probably not the New York Times People'll probably like my music more when I die 'Cause they'll know no more is coming You see, people love stories with endings Right now, I'm just sort of a story that's dragging on slowly Page by page, year by year But people want an ending, they want a crash They want a ear in the f**ing mail I don't have one All I have is another lousy poem And the knowledge that I'll probably die somewhere confused and decrepit in a nursing home I don't think this plane's gonna crash I'm thinking about Otis, I'm thinking about Kurt I'm thinking about Dilla, I'm thinking about [Outro: Dennis Rodman] Changed my hair green, and all of a sudden People looked at me like I was the devil Here we go Green