[Intro: paper flutter, reversed piano] (turn it round, turn it round) [Verse: intimate melodic rap] They handed me a map in black and white Every destination numbered, every turn just right But mine has oceans drawn across the sky And a secret city where the mountains fly [Pre-Chorus: ascending arpeggios] They say those roads are make-believe Then why do they keep calling me? [Chorus: weightless layered vocals] I'm a map of places no one's seen A thousand roads to what could be Fold me wrong, I'll still unfold Into worlds you can't control (ah-ah, follow me!) If there isn't room for what I see I'll draw another geography [Drop: panned vocal chops, 808 slide] (map-map) (where-where?) [Glitchy melody blooms] [Outro: fading hum] The blank space is my favorite part.
