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Aesop Rock

Dog Years

 

Dog Years

(альбом: Malibu Ken - 2019)


[Aesop Rock:]
Under the boardwalk
Half eighth and a half-ate corn dog
Face halfway to P-40 Warhawk
Graze in the gore with the whores and the warthogs
Aged in a basement
Aes count cake in dog years
I'm rich when I'm broke, it's amazing
I'm three-eyed fish in the moat, I'm a joke
I'm a Kilroy pissed in the snow
Most of the extolled folk in his past
Grew up into poser and sociopath
Old portfolios openly dissed
OG morals, Tokyo drift
I's low key miffed
You was trying to get your own pants un-pissed
Yelling "fuck the rich"
Now he down low count dough in a bubble
Spit-shine shoes, throw coats on puddles
In the face of fame I never cuddle with the cancer
I'm patient, age-old bugs in the amber
Bed-head Lazarus, climb out a time warp
No one to impress, what would I comply for?
Hmm, I never ate dinners with pop stars
You wouldn't paint litter on a Bob Ross
New York slobs hop scotch on rock salt
Less 2Pac, more pock marks, mmm

[TOBACCO:]
We don't know
That doesn't prove we don't care
You're searching
(We don't know, we don't know, we don't know)
We don't believe
We don't want
That doesn't prove we don't need
Yours to keep
(We don't know, we don't know, we don't know)
We don't believe

[Aesop Rock:]
Primordial metazoan friends
Break bread with a plan to coalesce
Turns out couldn't even coexist
It was each go Ronin or open a wrist all gross
Unsung sons and daughters
Mall-rats, brawlers, punks and paupers
In a scramble to see who hugs the corners
Who cuts the cord, who drugs the gorgeous
Who runs on fours through dungeon crawlers
On a speed date with a red cup full of quarters
A never buzz with the hornets
Stay home, tongue on a 9-volt, punk's not a corpse yet
Get served, thank the pig
No gold, no myrrh, no frankincense
A little man-on-wire, no safety net
It's a way of life, it's a face of death
I cold came in the door sure as Rae is chef
Open, robots owning emotion
New to a cruelty, humor and love
Each day a little less stupid as fuck, hmm
Burnouts at the prom
Turn down for your mom
Truck-stop cutlery, crown to cancel
Broadcast from the bouncy castle
Let's go

[TOBACCO:]
We don't know
That doesn't prove we don't care
You're searching
(We don't know, we don't know, we don't know)
We don't believe
We don't want
That doesn't prove we don't need
Yours to keep
(We don't know, we don't know, we don't know)
We don't believe

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