[Intro] [powwow drum heartbeat] [cedar flute, low and slow] [soft vocables] Hey-ya... we-ya... [Verse 1] [frame drum + palm-muted guitar] [spoken-sung, low] Left side walks quiet. Reads a room like a scar Feels the whole house before it knows where you are That's the empath. That's the one they call soft Till he writes what he felt and it don't come off Right side don't kneel. Don't sand down the name Old American dirt and a fist with no shame They want one story. They want one clean brand I came with both engines running hot in the same man [Lift] [soaring indigenous vocables] Hey-ya hey-ya We-yo we-ya Hey-ya hey-ya We-yo we-ya [Verse 2] [powwow drum builds] [cedar flute answers] Feather in the memory. Flag in the bone They told me pick a team like this blood ain't my own Indigenous iron that don't talk for a crowd White-boy backbone that don't whisper when it's loud I ain't a costume. I ain't a cause you can rent I'm 12th generation and I'm still not spent Observer in the doorway. Fighter in the yard One of me watches. One of me hits too hard [Pre-Chorus] [vocables rising] Hey-ya... Don't ask me which half Gets to keep the mouth We-ya... They already tried To carve one of 'em out [Chorus] [full powwow drum + heavy guitars] [soaring high indigenous singing on the vocables] [English hook strong and lifted] Hey-ya hey-ya we-yo we-ya I got two sides And they don't take turns Hey-ya hey-ya we-yo we-ya One of me feels it One of me burns You can love the empath Or you can hate the spine You're still talking to both When you talk to mine Hey-ya we-ya Two sides of the wire Same current. Same skin I don't split
