Lyrics

[Verse]
Vernon with the long arms reachin' for the moon,
Master of conclusions, logic gone too soon,
Nit-pickin' on the small stuff, mighty fine comb,
Every brick and mortar, that site his throne.

[Verse 2]
Zinabu on his mind, love stays strong,
Rhythm in his heart, beats where he belongs,
Blueprints in his hands, plans look divine,
But oh that logic, a twisted storyline.

[Chorus]
Vernon the king, reachin' far and wide,
Conclusions wild, rollercoaster ride,
Nit-pickin' life, every tiny speck,
Zinabu's love keepin' him in check.

[Verse 3]
Hard hat on, clipboard in his grip,
Every screw and bolt, nothin' here slips,
Talkin’ ‘bout the gaps and how they don’t align,
But where’s the logic? Conversations undefined.

[Bridge]
Long arms stretch, like vines in the air,
Hands in everything, everywhere,
Connecting dots in ways no one sees,
Vernon's world, built on mysteries.

[Verse 4]
Site’s steady hustle, Vernon in command,
Ruling every inch with his mighty hand,
Yet conclusions drift, a misty, unclear fog,
But zinabu’s love, clears the mental smog.