You know?

I was thinking about my life...

Heck, must of been

Yesterday?

The day before?

Anyway...

Some guy was saying to me:

How you know so much stuff about so many things?

I shrugged.

God only knows.

And believe it or not,

I got no idea what that motherfucker knows about me.

It actually makes me a little nervous.

Sure.

I know his jam.

He knows mine.

It’s all fine, right?

Nope. Turns out he’s pissed!

As long as I got something cooking

And a good book of

English ghost stories in tow?

I’m good to go.

Them who say don’t know

Them who know don’t say.