Solomon had his following, he heard his calling,
In a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning
Nothing he thought would enter him into the canon
But he had to take the work the world would hand him, in this gig economy
Solomon built his temple, as an example,
but his people trashed the place like it was a rental
Sooner or later you see this side of the cannon
but the song won’t play if you don’t let the band in....
Stranger every time I open up my eyes....
Solomon had his following,
They had been calling him by so many names that he lost track of all of them
Famous for nearly killing the kid and expecting
that his blind faith was as honorable as the next thing
He prayed for happy landing
Solomon knew astronomy,
Didn’t take Ptolemy to say “the Pharisees got nothing on me”
Sooner or later you see that side of the cannon,
as you look up from the jar you had your hand in
Stranger every time I open up my eyes...
These are bad signs, while rivers of bad wine are poured down our culture,
Blood’s what we draw here, as we skip to the best bits,
Trying to mess with the names on the guest list,
Waiting for screen time, waiting for starlight,
Waiting to skip line, waiting for starlight,
Waiting for checkmate, wanting to get straight
Solomon has his following, he had his calling in a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning
Sooner or later you see this side of the cannon
but the song won’t play if you don’t let the band in....
