Pins Don’t Predict

[Intro] Down on Dauphine, some folks don’t read the future… they rehearse it. [Verse 1] Got a doll on the table, pins in a row, Sayin’ “I saw it comin’,” real proud of what you know. Stick a little pain where the heart’s supposed to be, Then you lean back laughin’ like it ain’t got nothin’ to do with me. Call it vision, call it sight, But you flinch every time you twist that knife. [Pre-Chorus] You swear the storm was written in the sky, But I saw you load the clouds yourself that night. [Chorus] Pins don’t predict, baby, They just do what you tell ’em to do, You don’t see the future break— You push it till it comes unglued. You say “fate,” I say “intent,” Same old lie in a new disguise, Pins don’t predict what’s gonna end— They just follow where you aim your mind. [Break] . . ! . . ! . . ! [Verse 2] Crystal ball fogged up from your breath, You stare so hard you scare it into death. Say “I knew it” when the thing falls apart, But you been whisperin’ rot right into its heart. Fear keeps dressin’ up like truth, Gets promoted every time you choose. [Pre-Chorus] You keep rehearsin’ the fall out loud, Then blame the ground when it hears you now. [Chorus] Pins don’t predict, baby, They ain’t prophets, they’re tools, You don’t “see” the bad luck comin’— You school it in your skull till it rules. You say “curse,” I say “habit,” Same song with a different groove, Pins don’t predict what’s gonna happen— They just carry out what you already knew. [Bridge] That doll looks familiar, don’t it? Same stiff smile. Same stuck stare. You been talkin’ to yourself in cotton and thread, Callin’ it magic instead of what you said. [Final Chorus] Pins don’t predict, baby, They don’t dream, don’t decide, You just gave your worst thought a needle and let it drive. Future ain’t haunted, It’s trained by your hand, You don’t will fate into being— You just don’t stop helpin’ it land. [Outro] Ain’t no prophecy here. Just repetition with confidence. [End]