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pegasus in the glovebox - zippy kid lyrics

[intro: sad pony echo]
moon, mhm, clock, mhm, melting, mhm, got it, mhm
you need wings? i got it, this flight, my pockets
the comet one hundred, you need that? i got it
need it, got it, stars, pockets
masks on me, myths on me
you need that? i got it, this flight, my pockets
the comet one hundred, you need that?

[verse 1: zippy kid]
i don’t wеar clocks, i wear time’s echo
i don’t chasе fame, i chase flamingo shadows
talkin’ ‘bout me? that’s a mirror’s whisper
i’m movin’ like rivers that forgot their anchor
two suns in my pocket, one moon in my chest
i write like d*ckinson, i vanish like the rest
got that harlem jazz, got that brooklyn mist
langston in my verses, lightning in my fist
i don’t flex with gold, i flex with fog
i got owls in my mirror and wolves in my blog
i’m the type of poet that don’t need a map
i just breathe myth and let the cosmos clap
[chorus: zippy kid]
yeah, they like how i bend the sky, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
keep on throwin’ that dream, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
keep on floatin’ that sigh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
pegasus in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2: zippy kid]
dollar, dollar cloud, come catch it
even your doubt knows i’m prophetic
i don’t scroll for likes, i scroll for ghosts
i don’t chase the fame, i chase haunted posts
bards to my left, prophets to my right
never dim my shine, i was born from night
put it in the sky, all this myth, they want a taste
we sippin’ on that grace, velvet pace, mirrored face
yeah, eat it, truth monster (ooh)
he a slave to the rhythm, call me mantra
real deep, i said, “sing it like it’s gospel”
they get quiet when i drop a new apostle
somebody usher this doubt into a clinic
my flow’s still clean, i ain’t talkin’ pandemic
i write my own lines, a lot of them mimic
they study zippy style, now all of them gimmick
talkin’ ‘bout silence when your soul’s in a chant
i stand alone, still echo like a plant
me, i’m still rising, wrists light up like dawn
they gon’ need a whole choir just to sing me gone
[verse 3: zippy kid]
i wear thunder like a jacket, stitched with cloud threads
my heartbeat’s a lighthouse blinking in your dreads
i don’t walk—i levitate through antique mirrors
my name’s written in smoke on forgotten zodiacs
two flaming violins play chess on my rooftop
i sip galaxies from a cracked teacup
my shadow’s a librarian of extinct emotions
i flex with feathers plucked from sleeping lions
the moon owes me rent, the stars pay in riddles
i got light, but it’s folded inside a fiddle
i don’t rhyme—i unravel constellations
my rhythm is a passport stamped by ghosts

[refrain: zippy kid]
watch, mhm, rise, mhm, shine, mhm, got it, mhm
if they dim, i throw it bright, real bright, bright, bright
they hummin’ my old song, yellin’, “light, light, light”
they be runnin’, tryna catch me, then they crash, crash, crash
still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash

[chorus: zippy kid]
yeah, they like how i bend the sky, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
keep on throwin’ that dream, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
keep on floatin’ that sigh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
pegasus in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 4:zippy kid as surrealist maximalist]
i spit fibonacci fractals from a phoenix’s fractured pharynx
syllables stampede like centaur caravans in velvet variants
juggling galaxies, sipping syntax from saturn’s chalice
my metaphors moonwalk through mausoleums of mirrored malice
tattooing riddles on the wings of time*traveling clocks
breath rewinds dimensions, detonates paradoxical shocks
ghostwriting for comets, mentoring mist in morse code
tongue’s a cathedral of quantum quatrains in overload
i speak in semaphore to sovereigns of spectral empires
pulse percussion patterns from pulsars and planetary choirs
freestyling hieroglyphics, blinking binary in morse light
shadow’s a parliament of prophets debating the night
rhyming with rhythms of collapsing constellations
verses are passports for stateless star migrations
breaking sound barriers with metaphor missiles
cadence kaleidoscopic, ink laced with crystalline thistles
light in my knuckles, myth in my stride
outrunning eclipses with unicorns that glide
syntax spirals, syllables stacked like staircases
i spit entire civilizations in fragmented stargazes

[outro: zippy kid]
that real soul gon’ keep your spirit home
that real soul gon’ keep your spirit home

- zippy kid lyrics

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