What's The Problem Norman

(álbum: Arabella Street - 2018)

Who are you running from, man?
What have you got to hide, man?
Ah

Who are you kidding? Your whole crew rolling out of a clown car
Jokers are outlawed rolling up in my town, son
Being the loudest, it doesn't matter where I'm from
Grounded, hands down, packing hits like I'm Southport
Hearing the sound of siren's firing, fireman
Running up in the building when we're building
No inflated egos, no Wilson
This is my island, no Lord of the Flies, no room for children
Human shield, I'm running from a million
Reptilians, are you feeling this? Like Brazilian wax
Your girl was feeling this, peeling your head right back, back
Back with the realness, die for this shit like Elvis
Got something to tell them faces are melding the beat
Got you feeling complete like I was Sheldon's girlfriend
Self-inflicted, sickened mastermind
You can't mess with my starting five, so what is the problem?

Whatever is the problem, Norman?
Ain't you seen a city filled full of orphans?
Whatever is the problem, Norman?
Ain't you seen a city filled with dark horses before, man?
What is the problem, Norman?
You seem a little off, a little nauseous
Like raucous, fame, fortune
And the beautiful distortion, yo, what is the problem?

Have the original David Bowie
Sing you a song for just three dollars
Just three dollars, man
Here we go
Who are you running from, man?
What have you got to hide, man?
Ayy

You want some more medicine, maybe?
Want to feel better than those base level basics?
Chasing the fire, riding a mountain lion
Sipping on the [?] am I alive?
'Cause there's psychedelic spiders in the toilet bowl
I'm hearing Siri in the forest saying, "Paul, go fuck yourself"
Now you maybe understand why I buried her
Same shit, different day, like I owned America
The radio, it needs a miracle
Your corny waves are blowing harder than that Kenny G Jericho
But I'm eternal, can't bury Paul
You got more chance asking Cara Delevingne to marry you
Let it all fall apart with your memory
Now I got them atheists talking about the energy
But, yeah, you got it all together, if you say so
I'm with San Diego sipping up on the Pedro

I am the medicine man
You want a little help, the medicine can
Have another couple, let's dance
Ha ha ha, I am the medicine man
You want a little help, the medicine can
Have another couple, let's dance

Whatever is the problem, Norman?
Ain't you seen a city filled full of orphans?
Whatever is the problem, Norman?
Ain't you seen a city filled with dark horses before, man?
What is the problem, Norman?
You seem a little off, a little nauseous
Like raucous, fame, fortune
And the beautiful distortion, yo, what is the problem?

Yo, what is the problem?