Check the feed, check the wire.
The Fab Five house is catching fire!
Karamo walked out, left the seat cold.
Story’s getting dusty, story’s getting old.
He was the culture, the heart, the glue,
Now he’s got a solo view, nothing left to do.
No more nodding, no more sighs,
He saw the script and cut the ties.
Bail out!
Karamo’s gone MIA.
No more fixing lives in the light of day.
Five minus one is a brand new math,
He’s walking down a solo path.
Yeah, he’s over the show.
When the vibes go sour, you gotta let go!
Was it the ego?
Was it the pay?
He didn't say much, he just walked away.
Click-clack, camera off.
No more tears, no more soft.
And just like that, the culture expert exited the building.
Next stop?
Anywhere but here.
Queer Eye, dead eye.
We’re out.
