

Yo,
what the shit, man?
Late nights under amber streetlamps
Watching the mist gather on the concrete
Trying to trace where the spark went cold
Just another story left untold (umm-hmm)
Hi, my name is Zab
And I don't know,
honestly
Static on the radio dial
We find a space to breathe for a while
No plans, no roadmaps to follow
Just the heavy silence we swallow
Uh, Harambaduramba67