I've known you for one year now and I wanna know what you look like Beneath all your verbal haircuts Beneath all your college highlife I rubbed her back in the morning They call me the chiropractor She put her tongue in my ear They call her the anaesthesian They call her the method actor Every part of me is a moon wheel Every single fucking sculpture I see is European I try to make war for hours No one man should have all that power ♪ I rode to America And I slept in their buildings I dug their oyster restaurants And how they made my phone sing Sat in your garden While I boiled in my tweed suit I overseason my food I text girls when I'm drinking They call me Mr. Slow Down You don't drown when you're sinking I wanna be Ezra Koenig I wanna teach her to smile I wanna watch the sun come up When my next stroke goes viral I dreamt that I cooked you dinner And God, the food was good And you said "Jerskin Fendrix I really never knew" ♪ I'm your raison d'être I'm your raison d'être I'm your raison d'être I'm your raison d'être I'm your raison d'être I'm your raison d'être I'm your raison d'être I'm your raison d'être I'm your raison d'être I'm your raison d'être I'm your raison d'être