SwervInfamous

Intro

Skrrt, skrrt, ayy (heh)

Lake Buckhorn fog, Villa Rica dusk (uh-huh)

They point, they talk, they point, they talk (yuh)

But I move like a rumor in slow motion (skrrt)

Verse

Gold can on my palms, hallucinating chrome, I repaint the night (paint the night)

SwervInfamous, name like a burn, you feel the siren in sight (feel it)

Eyes wide, sprayed gold, everything shimmered and bent (bent)

I was seeing faces in the lacquer, every reflection a scent (scent)

They say the cornbread tie got him stamped, stamped like a brand (brand)

Rumors on the dock, whispers in the reeds, they point at his hands (hands)

Cold-blooded? They say cold-blooded, but words are cheap like the paint (cheap)

Truth's in the slow drip, in the alley, in the saint and the taint (taint)

I ride past the boathouse, motor hum, moon crack on the wave (wave)

My mind a reel of film that burns, golden dust in a cave (cave)

They call him phantom, call him ledger, call him ledger of debts (debts)

Call him Swerv, call him infamous, call him what the rumor sets (sets)

I seen him laugh at the mirror, see a stranger wink back (wink back)

Seen his breath fog like gun smoke, seen applause turn to black (black)

He ain't confessing, just painting — gold drips on his sleeve (sleeve)

He hums an old country hymn while the crows count their leave (leave)

Skrrt — corners know his cadence, corners know his name (name)

He walks like an accusation, steps like a loaded frame (frame)

Ain't no angel on his shoulder, ain't no halo in his hat (hat)

Just a can of gold and a mouth made of maps (maps)

Pre-chorus

They say he moved silent, moved lethal, moved like math (math)

They say he kept receipts, kept secrets, kept a path (path)

But the spray covers footprints, paints over the facts (facts)

Everybody got a version, everybody got an act (act)

Chorus

SwervInfamous on the lake, gold on his hands, gold on his face (gold on his face)

They say he did what he did, cornbread whisper — gone without a trace (gone without a trace)

SwervInfamous on the lake, gold on his hands, gold on his face (gold on his face)

They say he did what he did, cornbread whisper — gone without a trace (gone without a trace)

SwervInfamous on the lake, gold on his hands, gold on his face (gold on his face)

They say he did what he did, cornbread whisper — gone without a trace (gone without a trace)

SwervInfamous on the lake, gold on his hands, gold on his face (gold on his face)

They say he did what he did, cornbread whisper — gone without a trace (gone without a trace)

Verse

Late night confessional, vinyl crack, old preacher radio (radio)

He paints a skyline on a mailbox, whole neighborhood a fresco (fres·co)

Talk is cheaper than metal, but metal says more when it speaks (speaks)

Rumor feeds rumor and the rumor gets teeth (teeth)

Cornbread colors in his pocket, like currency or a curse (curse)

He laughs at the mirror, fli