[Verse 1] I won’t be no statue the pigeons deface, No frozen salute in some shit-caked place. Don’t want no nest full of blinking eyes— I was never meant to multiply. [Verse 2] Let ‘em christen sons and shape their bronze, Put on clean shirts and march along. I seen how legacy wears folks thin— A fam'ly name is a leash again. [Pre-Chorus] Me, I got smoke in my lungs, whiskey in my blood, A laugh that won’t last, but it’s loud enough. You think I’m lost—nah, I just decline To be another name in a fuckin' bloodline. [Chorus] There ain’t no tracks in the sky, No plaque, no parade, no reason why. Just clouds that cuss when I cut loose, And stars that don’t give two fuckin' hoots. There ain’t no tracks in the sky— And that’s how I like to fly. [Verse 3] I don’t inherit—I fucking steal. No bloodline owns the way I feel. I burn through nights with gasoline grace, Alive by spite, not by some dead face. [Bridge] I ain't askin’ for statues, songs, or saints— Don’t need no praise, no softened paints. But some nights, yeah, I catch that thought: A mark gets made whether you ask or not. [Verse 4] If you gotta keep me in your thoughts, Don’t carve no owl on some marble rock. Scuzzy, when at last I fucking die— Look for a crooked spark up high. [Final Chorus] There ain’t no tracks in the sky, No legacy to justify. But maybe where Orion’s pants get yanked low, There’ll be a twitch in the stars only you know. It hiccups once like a drunken sign— But there ain’t no tracks in the fuckin' sky. [Outro] There ain't no tracks in the sky... There ain't... NO TRACKS IN THE SKY! Ain't no tracks... in the sky... Ain't no tracks...
