Goya Pulse

[Verse 1]
A Goya can bleeding rust rings on the Formica counter,
it’s four in the morning, the Tuesday it all changes. Been up for hours.
My left palm been itching for a week, a raw type of power,
Tearing a Sweet & Low packet, watch the dust fall like a shower.
Same table I diagrammed sentences, now I map out the figures,
the math got bigger, the problems got quicker triggers.
From the corner of my eye, see the fridge light flicker and stall,
waiting on a number to call, a number to solve it all.

[Chorus]
Got that twenty-thousand dollar hum behind my eyes,
that sweet, sweet buzz before the sugar monetizes.
It ain’t real ‘til it’s real, it’s just air in the wires,
but I’m spending it already, putting out all the fires.

[Verse 2]
(Double-time flow)
Remember Mami told me “Dios te bendiga” with her hand on my head and her face looking tired, I was seventeen, lying about where I’d been, the smell of the train on my skin was a sin, I been running it since.
Now the first thing I’m buying’s a door that ain’t splintered, a view that ain’t winter, a car that she enters without saying a prayer that the engine starts.
You told me your word was a bond, but your sweet little lies are just works of art.
This pays for the quiet, the rest for the riot, a brand new start.

[Chorus]
Got that twenty-thousand dollar hum behind my eyes,
that sweet, sweet buzz before the sugar monetizes.
It ain’t real ‘til it’s real, it’s just air in the wires,
but I’m spending it already, putting out all the fires.

[Bridge]
And this sweet kind of ache in my chest is a new occupation.
Is this what they mean by a blessing? Just nervous elation?
Keep the goodbye short and sweet, I ain't got the patience.

[Outro]
The sky's turning purple over the Grand Concourse.
My phone screen is showing me a whole lot of sweet nothing.