You think you know me.

Yeah!

You think you know me.

Huh!

Florida sun melts the road,

but I stand on this corner like it’s the only thing still holding me up.

Bare feet on hot asphalt — people think it’s pain.

Pain?—Nah!

Heat is easy.

Easy!

Life’s the hard part.

You saw me by the station,

shiftin’ from foot to foot like I was shy to walk in barefoot.

Man… that wasn’t shame.

No way!

That's just the act we do out here.

Everyone’s got a role — mine just happens to hurt a little more.

For real!

You think you know me.

Yeah—right!

You think you know me.

Say what!?

You left your sneakers by my side.

Ayy!

Didn’t ask my name.

Didn’t ask my story.

I looked at you once and said “synks.”

Synks!

That’s all the breath I save for kindness.

Words don’t last long out here —

they melt faster than the soles of my feet.

Check that!

I took your shoes.

Gone!

Sold ‘em before the next red light.

Quick flip!

Obvious move.

Obvious world.

Bare feet get more attention than brand-new sneakers ever will.

That’s street math.

Cold!

The only kind I still trust.

But nobody really knows

why a man steps off the road in the first place.

Hold up!

Maybe it was one bad night.

Maybe!

Maybe it was a thousand small ones.

Maybe it was the moment I realized

the world kept walking

and I didn’t need to follow.

Mm-hm… yeah.

You think you know me.

Dead serious!

But nobody really knows

the guy who stepped off the road once…

and never bothered to step back.

Never!

You think you know me.

Yeah—right!

You think you know me.

Say what!?