M.A.R.C.O.

Calling out your

name... all night...

can

you hear—

Marco! (Polo!) Marco! (Polo!) Eyes closed,

swear they searching for me — I'm the echo (echo) Splash!

Made you look — ghost in the deep end,

loco You the question,

I'm the answer

— Marco! (Polo!) Marco!

(Polo!) Marco! (Polo!) Horse on my chest,

swim low like a torpedo (low) Can't catch what you can't see

— that's the cheat code You the question,

I'm the answer

— Marco! (Polo!)

They call my name with they eyes closed — cute Whole pool

full of sharks that can't swim — true Marco was a tourist,

I'm a native son Drew the map in chlorine 'fore the ink

was done Horse on they chest but they scared of the stable

I gave 'em the whole game off the back of a pool

towel Echo pay my bills now,

voice on layaway They say my name three times like it's Candyman

— ay Held my breath a whole fiscal year,

comma stack Look — I don't hide,

I marinate Surface when the water and the weather say Marco!

(Polo!) Marco! (Polo!) Eyes closed,

swear they searching for me — I'm the echo (echo) Splash!

Made you look — ghost in the deep end,

loco You the question,

I'm the answer —

Marco! (Polo!) Shhh. Hear that?

(What?) Exactly. I move like a rumor with a good attorney Touch

the wall — base.

Tag me — can't.

I'm the chalk outline that got up and ran They sent divers

to the shallow end — bless 'em I keep secrets where the

pressure bend metal Eyes open underwater,

no goggles, no burning Born in the deep end,

y'all just visiting

If I answered... would you even come?

Or just record the splash...

for everyone? Ooohh... being heard ain't the same as being found I

been loud my whole life...

still holding this breath...

still— Okay — count to ten,

I'm in Tokyo by seven Eight,

nine — I'm somewhere past your reverend Heaven keep a guest list,

I RSVP'd in pencil Still erasing my mistakes,

that's a flex and a confession They yell Marco off a yacht

with no gas in it I reply in royalties,

surround sound, stand in it

Found me? Nah — you found the merch Real me holding the

same breath I took at church Eyes low,

voice everywhere, that's the sermon Say it plain: being heard ain't being

found Marco! (Polo!) Marco!

(Polo!) Eyes closed, swear they searching for me — I'm the echo

(echo) Splash! Made you look — ghost in the

deep end, loco Can't catch what you can't see — that's the

cheat code (woo) You the question,

I'm the answer forever Marco!... (Polo)

Calling out your name...

can you hear—