[Storytelling Verse] Let me paint the picture clear, no rush, no hype Grease Monkey Pete, fifty-two, still living that Goodwill life Customer of the Year, every season, every rack Same jackets, same jeans, same stories he keep bringing back He only pull up to the podcast when the feeling hit right Most nights the chair stay empty, we just talk through the night We learned to run the show without him, truth be told Part-time presence, full-time disappearing act, gettin’ old [Sharp Punchline] Under the overpass is where he feel most at home Nighttime shades on a show that start when the sun already gone Tryna look mysterious, lookin’ like he lost the plot Fifty-two years in and still actin’ like the rules don’t apply to him [Storytelling Verse] I watched the pattern form, year after year the same Show up when it’s easy, vanish when it’s time to carry weight Goodwill bags in the trunk, sunglasses indoor like a shield Think we don’t notice the ghosting, think the overpass keep it sealed But we see it all, Pete, every time you fade The podcast keep spinning whether you decide to stay Calculated moves, you think you slick with the half-in approach But the record show the truth every single time you no-show [Sharp Punchline] Happy birthday, still the same Customer of the Year with the part-time name Overpass nights and the shades after dark We see the whole picture, every single part [Outro] Ether style, no need to shout Just the facts, laid out
