What Can A Freckle Do?

WHAT CAN A FRECKLE DO? Grinder × Zip Zaps [Intro — Zip Zaps] Zip-zap, tick-tap, spark through the middle, Little brown dot with a big ol’ riddle, Sittin’ on a face like a mark from the sun— Everybody asks, “What can a freckle do?” Ha! Watch this. [Verse 1 — Grinder] GRIND— What can a freckle do? Probably more than you think, Little speck on the skin but it don't ever blink, Sun put a stamp where the summertime hit, Tiny little mark with a whole lotta grit. Grind that line, let the syllables crack, Freckle on my nose like a dot on the map, One ain't much, but a hundred look wild, Constellation painted on the face of a child. I got grit in the gear, got steel in the sound, Little brown planets when the sun comes around, You can cover 'em up, but they come right through— So tell me again, what can a freckle do? [Pre-Hook — Zip Zaps] Zip! It can sit! Zap! It can stack! Dot-dot-dot like a code on a map, Flip-flip-flash when the sunshine attacks, Freckle got rhythm and the rhythm bites back! [Hook — Grinder + Zip Zaps] Grinder: What can a freckle do? Zip Zaps: ZIP! Put a spark on you! Grinder: What can a little dot prove? Zip Zaps: ZAP! Make a whole face move! Grinder: Grind it down—one, two, three! Zip Zaps: Tiny little spots got personality! Both: From your cheek to your nose, let the whole world view— You'd be surprised what a freckle can do! [Verse 2 — Zip Zaps] Zippity-zap with a clickety-clack, Freckles in the front and freckles in the back, Speckle-deck, little wreck, sunlight check, Got a dotted-line rhythm running down my neck. Zig to the left—ZAP to the right, Little solar signatures catching the light, No two patterns gonna land quite the same, Sunshine handwriting signing your name. Zip-zap-zoodle with a switchback rhyme, Little dots dancing to a double-time chime, One says “hello,” two say “who?” Twenty little freckles say, “Coming on through!” [Verse 3 — Grinder] GRRRRIND— Put the word through the teeth of the mechanical beat, Heavy-foot stomp with a crack in the concrete, Freckle ain't flexing, ain't trying to be tough, It just sits right there like, “Yeah, I'm enough.” Bit-grind—split-line—kick drum slam, Dot on the cheek like a miniature brand, Not every little thing gotta roar to be seen, Sometimes one speck changes everything. That's the lesson when the grinder comes through: Power ain't measured by the size of you, Little mark, big look, simple but true— Now you know what a freckle can do. [Breakdown — Grinder / Zip Zaps] Grinder: GRIND IT. Zip Zaps: Zip it! Grinder: BREAK IT. Zip Zaps: Zap it! Grinder: DOT. Zip Zaps: Dot-dot! Grinder: HIT. Zip Zaps: Tap-tap! Grinder: One little freckle— Zip Zaps: Make the whole thing POP! Grinder: One little rhythm— Zip Zaps: And it DON'T—STOP! Zip-zip-zap—GRIND! Zip-zip-zap—GRIND! Speckle on the beat while we fracture the time! [Final Hook — Both] What can a freckle do? Put a little bit of sunshine on you, What can a freckle say? “I've been right here every single day!” Grinder: Heavy in the bottom! Zip Zaps: Lightning up top! Grinder: Grind that rhythm! Zip Zaps: Never let it stop! Both: Little brown dot with a hell of a view— THAT'S what a freckle can do! [Outro — Zip Zaps → Grinder] Zip… Zap… Tiny little dot on the sunlight map… Grinder: Small mark. Big track. Grind. Both: WHAT CAN A FRECKLE DO?