A Sky for Shoeing Horses Under

[Verse 1] Rain goes perfect with a Nosdam mix tape The last street lights stay on well after dawn Kings fall to pawns he dropped the needle, let the song say it The kind of morgue with a gong to tell you when But the rooms rules bend and the staff will make you laugh My dad wore this face in old photographs Calico cats out scare me from behind a junkyard fence High on khat I let my stare go soft but pretend it's not When I'm eyed I tongue my bottom teeth And look at the sidewalk in front of me As my tennis shoes go in and out of the frame Another sleuth-footed empty Why? walking on goose eggs in the mission Swap meet brown 31 fishnet hat cocked to the right I only played chess once in my life and I lost [Hook] Looks like a sky for shoeing horses under Looks like a sky for shoeing horses under Looks like a good sky to die under