[Intro] I was halfway to the grocery store With a shopping list folded in my door Rotisserie Chicken called my phone Said, “The Eye has work. Don’t go home.” [Bridge] I asked what happened He said, “Keep driving” I asked where to He stopped replying [Verse] The dashboard started speaking Latin Then something worse came after that Three miles north, bear right at the fork BLAGA SETHRA KUL VORAK I slapped the screen It recalculated Rotisserie Chicken sat there waiting Like this was somehow normal traffic [Pre-Chorus] The Eye sees all The Eye knows when The Eye says take The next left again [Chorus] I was just trying to make edibles Now I’m driving for the order of the eye The car keeps speaking in tongues But it still knows where to turn Rotisserie chicken won’t explain Why there’s a cooler in the back The GPS said something about god Then told me traffic’s bad ahead [Post-Chorus] Recalculating Recalculating THRA VEKH NAL OMNIS Take the ramp on your right Take the ramp on your right Take the ramp on your right Uh uh uh... [Verse] We pulled behind an empty mall Past loading docks and concrete walls Seven figures stood beneath a light One held pie and one wore white They opened up the cooler lid Nobody liked what the cooler did Something inside went tap tap tap The GPS immediately opened the map [Breakdown] WHO PUT THE COOLER IN MY CAR? No answer WHY IS IT BREATHING IN THE DARK? No answer Rotisserie Chicken leaned in close “Do not make eye contact With anything in the trunk.” ASHKAR VELUM KETH RAH IN SIX HUNDRED FEET MERGE RIGHT [Chorus] I was just trying to make edibles Now I’m driving for the order of the eye The car keeps speaking in tongues But it still knows where to turn Rotisserie chicken took the cooler Then they walked into the trees The GPS said “Mission complete” Then asked me to rate the trip [Outro] I got back to the grocery store Ten minutes before they closed Forgot the butter Forgot the chocolate Forgot why I had even gone The GPS cleared its throat “Welcome back.” “Turn left in 200 feet.”
