[Intro: organ stab, bass bounce] Orange throne on a cracked asphalt stage tonight Gas money counted like a teenage wage in light [Verse 1] Empty mall lot behind the closed food court lights and carts We drag a traffic cone like a prize from the night and scars Set it dead center where the shopping carts used to nest in rows Call it the throne and the bravest kid takes the test and pose First kid stands tall till the plastic cone starts to lean and tip Crowd yells a name like a block routine with a clap and grip Somebody passes a hat for the gas in the tank we share Covers and crumpled ones land with a clank and a little prayer I keep the ledger in a notebook from school with a pen half dry Every dollar a mile and a smarter rule we invent and try Security golf cart coughs once at the edge of the lot and waits We wave like neighbors and he nods from the hedge and hesitates [Hook: chanted, group answers] Lot cone, lot cone Orange in the dark Lot cone, lot cone Leave a little mark Gas in the tank and a throne on the crack Everybody circling and nobody back Lot cone, lot cone Stand if you dare Lot cone, lot cone Blue lights in the air We scatter like sparrows and we laugh in the van Tomorrow the cone is a throne again [Verse 2] Marcus brings a Bluetooth and a playlist that bangs on cheap speakers Tires kiss the paint lines in soft little gangs of night seekers Not a real sideshow just a pretend we can own until dawn Till a car with a camera makes the lot feel alone and withdrawn Auntie from the nail shop leans out of her ride with a grin Says yall look ridiculous then leaves us a five to put in I drop it in the hat with the rest of the take for the tank Say kindness and chaos is the only bank we can thank Cone gets a scuff and a sticker that says king in black ink Somebody crowns it with a fast food ring and a wink We are not dealers we are bored and we care about air About filling a tank and a night with some room to spare [Double-Time Switch: stacked, no commas] Drag the cone plant the base call the brave take the stand count the covers count the ones keep the ledger like a plan with a pen from the class Marcus hits the Bluetooth soft tires kiss the paint auntie leaves a five and the golf cart nods like it can let the circle pass Camera car at the entrance makes the circle feel watched so we laugh it off keep the throne unmatched and the hat gets the cash Gas money in a hat with a notebook from school and a sticker saying king on a plastic we snatched from the night like a flash [Hook] Lot cone, lot cone Orange in the dark Lot cone, lot cone Leave a little mark Gas in the tank and a throne on the crack Everybody circling and nobody back Lot cone, lot cone Stand if you dare Lot cone, lot cone Blue lights in the air We scatter like sparrows and we laugh in the van Tomorrow the cone is a throne again [Chopper Burst: triplet bounce, flow switch] Cone in the center then the stand then the lean then the cheer then the hat then the clank then the ledger then the mile then the rule then the pen then the dry ink we invent Cart on the edge then the nod then the Bluetooth then the tires then the auntie then the five then the sticker then the ring then the wink then the night that we misspent Camera at the gate then the laugh then the scatter then the van then the tank then the promise that tomorrow we return what we never quite meant to repent Orange throne on asphalt is a joke and a job and a way to turn boredom into gas and a little self respect we defend and present [Verse 3] Cops roll slow and the blue paints the ground in a sweep Cone tips over without making a sound we can keep We are gone before the questions can land on a name Hat in my lap and the cone in my hand like a claim Next week we find another orange crown in the weeds Same lot different scuff and the same set of needs Friendship is a tank that needs filling to move at all And a throne that is silly until somebody stands tall [Final Hook] Lot cone, lot cone Orange in the dark Lot cone, lot cone Leave a little mark Gas in the tank and a throne on the crack Everybody circling and nobody back Lot cone, lot cone Stand if you dare Lot cone, lot cone Blue lights in the air We scatter like sparrows and we laugh in the van Tomorrow the cone is a throne again [Outro: organ, bass] Orange throne on a cracked asphalt stage tonight Gas money counted like a teenage wage in light
