NPC in the Park

gospel house, Chicago house, house (with spoken-word/chant vocals)

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“NPC IN THE PARK”
VERSE 1
N P C in the park,
wildin' out,
thinking out loud.
He followed the rules,
went to school,
he never understood
how some people could
walk on the moon
while some were reduced to
pushing a broom.
He gave up, so he's drunk
when he starts singing
about the little plane that sprayed.
“There they go, everyone,” he said,
blocking the sun.
PRE‑CHORUS
They? Who They?
They, them — breakin' glass ceilings, moonwalkers,
fifty‑year‑old toddlers
skipping rocks in God’s backyard,
smooth talkers,
keepin’ your brain trained
on things outside you,
showing you
heaven is everywhere
except inside your mind.
CHORUS
Airplane in the sky, drawing lines,
we don’t care, we outside,
we move and groove
in our right mind.
They cain’t control that,
but you can bet they’re trying.
You just GOT to discern
when THEY are lying.
They may control the weather,
but energy is forever.
Eternity.
Figure eight.
Left hip rotate, right hip rotate,
we walk thee walk.
Pretty kitties —
claws,
paws,
coif —
vibrating higher than big pharma,
making haters choke on their goals to destroy us.
We try not to backslide,
but it’s so easy to be greezy in the naked city.
VERSE 2
Airplane in the sky, drawing lines.
They might control the weather,
make it winter forever.
Conspiracy theorists
out here losin’ their minds.
Doubters don their
winter coats in spring,
go to work, mask on,
pilot the plane,
do the job that controls the collective dream.
They got better things to focus on,
raisin’ children to pin their hopes on.
PRE‑CHORUS
They? Who They?
They, them — breakin' glass ceilings, moonwalkers,
fifty‑year‑old toddlers
skipping rocks in God’s backyard,
smooth talkers,
keepin’ your brain trained
on things outside you,
showing you
heaven is everywhere
except inside your mind.
CHORUS
Airplane in the sky, drawing lines,
we don’t care, we outside,
we move and groove
in our right mind.
They cain’t control that,
but you can bet they’re trying.
You just GOT to discern
when THEY are lying.
They may control the weather,
but energy is forever.
Eternity.
Figure eight.
Left hip rotate, right hip rotate,
we walk thee walk.
Pretty kitties —
claws,
paws,
coif —
vibrating higher than big pharma,
making haters choke on their goals to destroy us.
We try not to backslide,
but it’s so easy to be greezy in the naked city.
OUTRO
They may control the weather,
but energy is forever.
Eternity.
Figure eight.
Left hip rotate, right hip rotate,
we walk thee walk.
Pretty kitties —
claws,
paws,
coif.

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“NPC IN THE PARK” VERSE 1 N P C in the park, wildin' out, thinking out loud. He followed the rules, went to school, he never understood how some people could walk on the moon while some were reduced to pushing a broom. He gave up, so he's drunk when he starts singing about the little plane that sprayed. “There they go, everyone,” he said, blocking the sun. PRE‑CHORUS They? Who They? They, them — breakin' glass ceilings, moonwalkers, fifty‑year‑old toddlers skipping rocks in God’s backyard, smooth talkers, keepin’ your brain trained on things outside you, showing you heaven is everywhere except inside your mind. CHORUS Airplane in the sky, drawing lines, we don’t care, we outside, we move and groove in our right mind. They cain’t control that, but you can bet they’re trying. You just GOT to discern when THEY are lying. They may control the weather, but energy is forever. Eternity. Figure eight. Left hip rotate, right hip rotate, we walk thee walk. Pretty kitties — claws, paws, coif — vibrating higher than big pharma, making haters choke on their goals to destroy us. We try not to backslide, but it’s so easy to be greezy in the naked city. VERSE 2 Airplane in the sky, drawing lines. They might control the weather, make it winter forever. Conspiracy theorists out here losin’ their minds. Doubters don their winter coats in spring, go to work, mask on, pilot the plane, do the job that controls the collective dream. They got better things to focus on, raisin’ children to pin their hopes on. PRE‑CHORUS They? Who They? They, them — breakin' glass ceilings, moonwalkers, fifty‑year‑old toddlers skipping rocks in God’s backyard, smooth talkers, keepin’ your brain trained on things outside you, showing you heaven is everywhere except inside your mind. CHORUS Airplane in the sky, drawing lines, we don’t care, we outside, we move and groove in our right mind. They cain’t control that, but you can bet they’re trying. You just GOT to discern when THEY are lying. They may control the weather, but energy is forever. Eternity. Figure eight. Left hip rotate, right hip rotate, we walk thee walk. Pretty kitties — claws, paws, coif — vibrating higher than big pharma, making haters choke on their goals to destroy us. We try not to backslide, but it’s so easy to be greezy in the naked city. OUTRO They may control the weather, but energy is forever. Eternity. Figure eight. Left hip rotate, right hip rotate, we walk thee walk. Pretty kitties — claws, paws, coif.

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