imma go (zebo) Lyrics

Imma go Zebo

Imma go

Imma go Zebo

Imma go

Imma go Zebo

Imma go

Imma go Zebo

Imma go

(Imma Imma Imma Imma)

It's a little colder than I thought it was gonna be out here

Sweater weather never mattered in a desert drought, dear

Sweetie Sydney Sweeney, sorry, still ain't seen your show

Motorola Razr baby, call me on the phone

Drip drop

You're gonna melt alive

You're going nonstop

Working day and night

You're getting sick of

Everything you wanted in life

Everything you wanted

Taped a bunch of foam up to my walls to try to kill the

CLAP CLAP

Echo in the chamber wreaking havoc on my track

I'm not sentimental, maybe lonely, no sap

But now I kinda miss the way the room would speak back

Now I kinda miss the way the walls would speak back

(Now you kinda miss the way the room would speak back)

Imma go Zebo

Imma go

Imma go Zebo

Imma go

(Imma Imma Imma Imma)

Did you know I used to roll with a squad

Thirty-deep in a two-car garage

USA! USA!

Everybody's getting bombed

Saw a dead possum on the sidewalk

Or was he just playing?

I don't really have anything to say

I'm just saying

Now you're in Norway

I'm back here in Nebraska

Doing what I quote unquote "have" to do

It's your classic ouroboros times two

Make it infinity then

Maybe we should go and change the band name again

Musical equivalent of buzzing my head

Oh, Imma go Zebo

Be so for real right now

Imma go Zebo

Imma go Zebo

Imma go Zebo

Imma go

Like a mainline

I got it going on

Like a freight line

I'm moving all the

Hauls

The weights

That cause

The waves

That rock

The boat

Well, Imma go Zebo