Follow Me Snippet Verse
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The secretive type
I like to creep in the night
But I speak under my breath to be polite
I'm talking about you
Unconspicuous keep killing that sweet feeling
The mystique's building
I only speak to the freakishly sheep children
For some cheap thrill thing
I'll be willing to make purchases on my credit card
As long as its of discrete billing
I am expected to get murdered by bombs
So I open up my mailbox with surgical tongs
Rubbing antibacterial paste on my virginal palms
Let me guess the littlest complex in Oedipus works for my momz
I've heard of the song by the guy
What's his face who say's those things
I love that song
I think its called ambiguity
And the music be
Handed to you and me
In the form of animal cruelty
I'm heading to the laboratory
To free some mice today
Heading back to the lab
To prove the skin color of Jesus Christ is gray
Impressionable minds have nothing even nice to say
Your brain is putty in my hands
My man it seems just like some clay
See I'm strange
I'll take my time to rearrange
Your frame of mind
You'll want to be the Sage wait in line
With the rest of them grape vines
Swinging idiots
You ain't busting no grape and making wine
You ain't duplicating my rhyming bitch
I'm older and dirtier than that bastard baby Jesus is
Masturbating penises in a alley way where she just is
Thinking that's enough and it is
Asking can I live
Is the way these asinine kids imply that they are dead
Already they are
Get in your car
Release the breaks
Put it in neutral
I won't steer you wrong
This way to the future




Follow along
Come follow me

Overall Meaning

In this snippet verse of Sage Francis's song "Follow Me," the lyrics delve into the persona of a secretive individual who prefers to operate in the shadows. This person takes pleasure in creeping around at night and speaking softly to maintain a sense of politeness. The lyrics suggest that the subject is referencing someone specific, possibly an unfathomable character who continues to kill the pleasant feelings within them. There is an air of mystery surrounding this individual, leading them to only engage with those who possess an eccentric and unconventional nature ("freakishly sheep children").


The lyrics mention a willingness to engage in superficial transactions using a discreet credit card billing, indicating a subversive and covert nature. The mention of potential murder by bombs adds to the enigmatic atmosphere, with the subject taking precautionary measures such as using surgical tongs to open their mailbox. They apply antibacterial paste to their hands, seemingly in an attempt to cleanse themselves of any potential danger. The reference to Oedipus implies a complex relationship with their mother, insinuating unresolved psychological issues.


Reference is made to a song and its ambiguous lyrics, which the subject loves. This seems to contrast with the previously mentioned discretion and secrecy, as the subject acknowledges their admiration for a piece of music that might be considered cryptic. They speak of receiving music in a metaphorical sense, as if it were passed down to them, and the form it takes is "animal cruelty." This suggests a dark and unconventional taste in music.


Additional lyrical themes touch on animal rights, as the subject plans to free mice from a laboratory. They express a desire to prove that Jesus Christ's skin color is gray, challenging traditional perspectives. The lyrics also highlight the subject's ability to influence and manipulate others. They arrogantly claim to be able to reshape someone's mindset, transforming them into followers of the Sage. The verse concludes with an invitation to join the subject in the pursuit of a future that they will guide.


Line by Line Meaning

The secretive type
I prefer to keep my thoughts and actions hidden


I like to creep in the night
I enjoy moving discreetly during nighttime


But I speak under my breath to be polite
I talk quietly as not to disturb others


I'm talking about you
I am referring to someone specific


Unconspicuous keep killing that sweet feeling
Being unnoticeable maintains a pleasant atmosphere


The mystique's building
The sense of mystery is growing


I only speak to the freakishly sheep children
I only communicate with those who think differently


For some cheap thrill thing
To satisfy a momentary excitement


I'll be willing to make purchases on my credit card
I am prepared to buy things using my credit card


As long as its of discreet billing
As long as the transaction is kept private


I am expected to get murdered by bombs
There is an anticipation of being targeted by explosives


So I open up my mailbox with surgical tongs
I handle my mail cautiously and with extreme care


Rubbing antibacterial paste on my virginal palms
I cleanse my innocent hands with disinfectant


Let me guess the littlest complex in Oedipus works for my momz
I assume that my mother has some unresolved psychological conflicts


I've heard of the song by the guy
I am aware of a song created by an artist


What's his face who say's those things
I cannot remember the artist's name, but I appreciate their lyrics


I love that song
I have a strong affinity for that particular song


I think its called ambiguity
I believe the song is titled 'Ambiguity'


And the music be
The melody of the song


Handed to you and me
Given to both of us


In the form of animal cruelty
Expressed through acts of harm towards animals


I'm heading to the laboratory
I am going to the lab


To free some mice today
To release mice from captivity


Heading back to the lab
Returning to the laboratory


To prove the skin color of Jesus Christ is gray
To present evidence that Jesus Christ's skin was gray


Impressionable minds have nothing even nice to say
Easily influenced individuals lack positive things to express


Your brain is putty in my hands
I have control over your thoughts and opinions


My man it seems just like some clay
It appears as though your mind is moldable


See I'm strange
I am peculiar


I'll take my time to rearrange
I will carefully change and adjust things


Your frame of mind
The way you think and perceive things


You'll want to be the Sage wait in line
You will desire to emulate and follow me


With the rest of them grape vines
Amongst the others who lack originality


Swinging idiots
Foolish individuals who are easily influenced


You ain't busting no grape and making wine
You are not achieving anything significant


You ain't duplicating my rhyming bitch
You are unable to imitate my style of rapping


I'm older and dirtier than that bastard baby Jesus is
My life experiences are more extensive and immoral than those of Jesus


Masturbating penises in a alley way where she just is
Engaging in sexual acts in a place where it is inappropriate


Thinking that's enough and it is
Believing that such actions are sufficient, which they are


Asking can I live
Inquiring if I am allowed to exist


Is the way these asinine kids imply that they are dead
These foolish young individuals express their desire not to exist


Already they are
They are already non-existent


Get in your car
Enter your vehicle


Release the breaks
Let go of the brakes


Put it in neutral
Switch the gear to neutral


I won't steer you wrong
I will guide you correctly


This way to the future
This direction leads to the future


Follow along
Come with me


Come follow me
Join me in my journey




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Cheche Garcia


on Buckets Of Silence

I never held a funeral for that big part of me that died.
I need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind.
I need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in.
need to find someone to confide in, and with the rest i need to start restin'.
needless to say, i couldn't hide.
fifteen grown men shouldn't cry.

Cheche Garcia


on Message Sent

I've got some letters inside of my drawer
that should have been stamped and delivered
One is addressed to my ex
it says I'm the type of kid who can't be lived with
One is addressed to my friends
it says I'm a mess so y'all can't visit
One is addressed to myself
but I don't know what personality or hand to give it