SCATTER-SHOT! SCATTER-SHOT! [Verse 1 – Half-Rapped] Got twelve tabs open and a hammer in my hand, started fixing up the sink, now I’m building out a band. Bought a book, learned a chord, made a list, lost the list, answered half an email, then remembered I was pissed. I can juggle seven problems, I just can’t finish one, every road looks interesting until the work gets dull. Got a little bit of talent in a hundred different spots, jack of all the goddamn trades— master of the starts. [Pre-Chorus 1] I KNOW I COULD BE BETTER IF I STAYED INSIDE THE LINES! BUT MY HEAD JUST FIRES BUCKSHOT IN A HUNDRED FUCKING MINDS! I’m trying. I swear. I’m halfway fucking there— [Chorus] SCATTER-SHOT! SCATTER-SHOT, BABY! GOTTA CATCH EM' ALL, GOT THIS FUCKER BY THE BAWLS! SCATTER-SHOT.... GNAAAAARGHHH! [Verse 2 – Half-Rapped] I forgot what you were saying while you said it to my face, not because I don’t give a shit—my brain just left the place. Then I cut you off explaining something you already knew, talk too loud, get too excited, make the whole damn thing about me too. Yeah, sometimes I’m an asshole. Sometimes I know it too damn late. I replay the conversation at approximately eight. I’ll apologize sincerely, then forget my goddamn phone, while I’m holding the motherfucker— standing in my home. [Pre-Chorus 2] I KNOW I’VE GOT THE HORSEPOWER! I JUST CAN’T PICK A LANE! EVERY LITTLE SHINY OBJECT GETS A HIGHWAY THROUGH MY BRAIN! I mean well. Mostly. Holy hell, just let me— [Chorus] SCATTER-SHOT! SCATTER-SHOT, BABY! GOTTA CATCH EM' ALL, GOT THIS FUCKER BY THE BAWLS! SCATTER-SHOT.... GNAAAAARGHHH! [Bridge] I can cook. I can draw. I can build. I can write. I can learn almost anything for approximately one night. I can plan. I can dream. I can absolutely begin. FINISHING? ...we’ll circle back to that again. [Final Chorus] SCATTER-SHOT! SCATTER-SHOT, BABY! GOTTA CATCH EM' ALL, EVEN IF I DROP 'EM ALL! SCATTER-SHOT! STILL STANDING, BABY! GOOD HEART, BAD AIM, SAME FUCKER, DIFFERENT GAME! SCATTER-SHOT.... GNAAAAAAAAAARGHHH! [Outro – Half-Rapped] So I’m late, little scattered, got receipts inside my wallet, three unfinished masterpieces but sometime you gotta call it I get frustrated with myself, then everybody gets some too, but beneath the noise and bullshit— I am trying to come through. Not a saint. Not a wreck. Not a lesson neatly taught. Just a basically a good man with a brain like— SCATTER-SHOT! SCATTER! SHOT!
