Popkey - Zoom lyrics

[Verse 1] Lets start with the lead in the pencil's tip Held at a slight angle by my fingertips And the pencil might dangle till I get a glimpse Of the right angle to write scrambling sentences Eraser marks over faint remarks The midget in my brain who has a patriarch Over the insecure glitches that pa** through my mind Some are stacked in the back, some will last as a rhyme But what happens to forgotten thoughts? Are they harbored on docks as h*mogenous globs Or are the molecules docked and the particles stocked Into file cabinets as articles locked away My brain's a basin for electric currents Where skeptic surges are connected by symmetric circuits That amplify down my spine as vibrations Percussion of the body its own divine language An Entropy of atoms is traveling My heart's metronome is a stepping stone Till the music of my mind becomes textual Feel the ba** in my knuckles and wrist Through the pencil to the paper, it's a functional bliss [Hook] Zoom, Zoom, Zoom (x10) [Verse 2- PopKey] Guess he's less skeptical in windowpane spectacles A needlepoint veil has been lifted as I envision Pockets full of lost hope Stocked in the cosmos Thoughts of aspiring scientists and their lab rats Demons to the mad, insane Equal on an astral plane Reason why the paints blue Pica**o in the last phase Souls sold into pulpits Tolls go to the pope and Since Constantine seen constant culprits But a cactus mulch will still patch and poultice What ancient peoples used to use to map the solstice Same tools shake an orbital cycle Pagan and martyrs revival Pardon my mortally titled terms But its morally vital I write viral bars So I can beckon identity from the shining stars Art cordially recited You are formally invited To zoom [Hook] [Verse 3] At 3 AM I think I felt the earth turn Felt time slither like an earthworm Frisco marinated in streetlights I Caught the earth spinning like a thief in the night Usually he's a mythical silhouette Invisibly manifests, he sneakily pirouettes The frequencies intercept, and each time you blink He creeps by you think, the secret is in his step He uses his control as a weapon Carrying dufflebags filled with stolen perceptions Plucked from our 5 senses Mystery's bouncer, white fences deny entrance Lost in the moment he harmoniously motions The solar system folds until he ornamentally orbits He's silent in hallways, find him in tall tales He's dormant in dorm rooms, he's vibrant in yard sales As inside jokes tip toe round globes Engineered by the jeers of this nomads tone Puppeteers body language from a programmed show So our preconceived indecencies won't stand out Caught him in the shadows, I think he was self-conscious I invited him to dinner he shook me he's tectonic He circles on the surface like nobody else on it But I saw his cheeks blush, when the sun set. Bare flesh Bruise when the moon lit, chafe when the air left, fade when I zoomed in