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Aesop Rock – Float lyrics
So I heard y'all wanna float...
Yo
This fallen angel could stitch a wing wit a shoestring
Prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in moodswing
(I'm broke)
I know a walking corpse who'd spit icicle dagger to slit throat
Quicker than you can prove there's four letters in hope ("H - O - P - E")
I paint a portrait for myself,
Called Life Inside Retarded Shell
(Tortured)
Orbiting Hell's orchid, intrigued but not compelled
I smell a hint of charred child flesh
Sweeping through my quarters
Order one canteen of liquid caffeine
And eclipse the slaughters
Now is you is the villain of my Kabuki hologram?
I hobble with hollow hands
(Please pin the nozzle)
It's the intent to reinvent dream application
With homage to ancients
But honor modern replacements
Circling now basics
(Fresh)
I'm Bilbo Baggins, with stilts tippin' the peatree dish
Beached fish on the shores
Where the feast of wits eats the corpse
Divy the servings and study the traits
That deemed killer breed credible
Now that's a harp of a different color-
Yeah, but the song remains identical
I am not a crook
(Crook)
I cook the wick at both ends just to blend that element of chance with my
Tight rope leaf
(Life)
Sight beyond,
I reign where hunger pain got begone
Belong to something civil saint
'Cause this Rembrandt paints on
And it's a dulled canvas,
Lodged in the gut of Atlantis
Some present impressive lungs,
Some truly learn what a death chant is
I alone personify mankind's collective sulk
As the result of one angry Zeus fist blistering cult pulp invoked
Face it,
Place it on the shelf next to the portrait Mommy gave you
On the day it rained while yall posed by the slave ship anyway
(How sweet)
It rain 'till the levee breaks
My fetus piece is a combine of
Father Time and his sweetest concubine
And it saddens me like televised casualties
I'll be hung in the village square in exactly five minutes
(You don't want to miss it)
I've been soaking up my discontent regarding the equation
I'm officially closed for consultation
I float
When everyone around me's busy drowning I float
When everyone around me's busy drowning I float
When everyone around me's busy drowning I float
Yo
This fallen angel could stitch a wing wit a shoestring
Prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in moodswing
(I'm broke)
I know a walking corpse who'd spit icicle dagger to slit throat
Quicker than you can prove there's four letters in hope ("H - O - P - E")
I paint a portrait for myself,
Called Life Inside Retarded Shell
(Tortured)
Orbiting Hell's orchid, intrigued but not compelled
I smell a hint of charred child flesh
Sweeping through my quarters
Order one canteen of liquid caffeine
And eclipse the slaughters
Now is you is the villain of my Kabuki hologram?
I hobble with hollow hands
(Please pin the nozzle)
It's the intent to reinvent dream application
With homage to ancients
But honor modern replacements
Circling now basics
(Fresh)
I'm Bilbo Baggins, with stilts tippin' the peatree dish
Beached fish on the shores
Where the feast of wits eats the corpse
Divy the servings and study the traits
That deemed killer breed credible
Now that's a harp of a different color-
Yeah, but the song remains identical
I am not a crook
(Crook)
I cook the wick at both ends just to blend that element of chance with my
Tight rope leaf
(Life)
Sight beyond,
I reign where hunger pain got begone
Belong to something civil saint
'Cause this Rembrandt paints on
And it's a dulled canvas,
Lodged in the gut of Atlantis
Some present impressive lungs,
Some truly learn what a death chant is
I alone personify mankind's collective sulk
As the result of one angry Zeus fist blistering cult pulp invoked
Face it,
Place it on the shelf next to the portrait Mommy gave you
On the day it rained while yall posed by the slave ship anyway
(How sweet)
It rain 'till the levee breaks
My fetus piece is a combine of
Father Time and his sweetest concubine
And it saddens me like televised casualties
I'll be hung in the village square in exactly five minutes
(You don't want to miss it)
I've been soaking up my discontent regarding the equation
I'm officially closed for consultation
I float
When everyone around me's busy drowning I float
When everyone around me's busy drowning I float
When everyone around me's busy drowning I float
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