Allegheny - Yoni & Geti, WHY?, Serengeti

Kids at the crib, struggling

Daddy in Rotterdam, bubbly

Ain’t it all lovely?

Ain’t it all bubbly?

Ain’t it all burgundy?

Sleeping on sheets

Kids at the crib, sleeping on cleats

I’m zoning out to beats having a mimosa

Alcohol and benedicts, so bring us all closer

Ferrari Testarossa

Old-ass poster

Tai chi make a shirt soaking wet on the sofa

Walk around Haarlem with a woman named Rhoda

She bought me loafers

They ambrosia (They ambrosia)

They ambrosia

I thought I told ya?

(They ambrosia)

From overdose to the Baltic Sea

Gentleman thief to the helpful crone

Pudgy belly

Jelly scone

Jelly scone

Charge my phone

Let me call my home

Let me eat this scone

Let me eat this scone

All alone

Flap like pelican

Harlequin argument

Cable-knit cardigan

Her apartment

Sentimentally

Give into me

Give into me

I told you once, I told you twice

Honey pie, I’m cold as ice

Gotta catch a flight

Call me ghost

Well yeah, not quite

I’m a poltergeist

Tell you once, I tell you twice

Sweetie babe, I’m cold as ice

Gotta catch a flight

Say I’m a ghost

Well yeah, not quite

I’m a poltergeist

Can you buy gifts to make up for time lost up to rap?

Perpetual watch

Connect the dots

I’m rolling yarn

I sent you socks

I grow my arms

Time ain’t forever

People just don’t change

You get a good idea or a general range

Then you have it, ain’t no magic

You can’t turn a horse to a rabbit

Gentleman thief tried to nab my ID

Helpful crone, they tried to warn me

Jelly scone, they taste so lovely

You tried to change me

I time-travel: Allegheny

I brought you a leather saddle

I brought kids a couple posters

And a model Testarossa

Maybe this will bring us closer

In Rotterdam I toast mimosa

Me and Rhoda, rub my shoulder

I gave her a little cobra

I found her shirt in the sofa

Back to you: I’m Keyser Söze

In my dream thought you were Rhoda

I make dinner: yakisoba

Purple posters, Testarossa

Don’t all this shit bring us closer?

Won’t all this shit bring us closer?

I told you once, I told you twice

Sweetie pie, I’m cold as ice

I’ve gotta catch this flight

You say I’m a ghost, well yeah, not quite

I’m a poltergeist

Back home:

Gifts I’ve sent of socks

Are standing by the door

Rhoda’s back in school

I receive my new ID

I have these model cars

Where’s my gentle crone?

Vanished with my phone

In my pockets: crumbled scones

I’m a poltergeist (x9)