Aesop Rock, Blockhead - Flamingo Pink lyrics

The rope goes over the wall
For the controller born to hold
A stethoscope to a vault wooly willy
Peel off in a barrel over the falls
And down river by the time
They radio for the dogs i crossed heart
Can't tell a bad day from a death wish
Detour through the graveyard with
A chef's kiss
They don't make a pill for that
It's too advanced
All you can do is lick your wounds
And whistle past the boogie mans
Wicked forces in the wings descending
On the simple things
Like taffy at the boardwalk under
Ribbons of flamingo pink
Which mutates into ovеrcrowded Plinko
On a laser grid
Havens turn dangеrous, friendly
Faces, traitorous, ayy
I'm never late, I'm never early ever
Right when I'm meant to
To counteract the evil that men do
I'm a motherfuckin' gem in the refuse
Even when the world's ending
What the F is your excuse?
Don't get brave around the cave mouth
Get chased, ain't no lollipop on the way out
I'm way out
The way of the walk is a different discipline
It's difficult
Ten thousand hours get you to guinea pig
Dirtbag daddy
Snatch a lackey off a chessboard
Hack up any edgelord
Plastic wrap death's door
Ten-four, half-wit, I ain't your good buddy
I can, however, be bought with a blue slushie

Good goddamn, good goddamn
Every idol I ever met is a conman
Good God, good God, good goddamn
Gotta hopscotch hot pan to hot pan good God
Good God good God

I grew up over seven plies of maple
Wood that chew up new terrain
You laughing because I'm different
I'm laughing 'cause you the same
I been discovering a distant corner
Of the human brain
Whose function is to see you rue the
Day that you rebuke the name don't do it
Social cues bouncing off his open wounds
Folk are on some, "Oh, hello, "
I'm on some hocus pocus, poof holy moly
Motion blur from bloke to Canis Lupus
By the fifth frame of the photo booth
Show that to your focus group
You can not domesticate the modern vigilante
Who increasingly identifies as
Energy expanding my pat on the back is
A little Edward Scissorshands-y
Come and send it with the cleverest
To never stick the landing
Tomb raider, screwface under the gauze
Y'all should giddy up or get
Your city covered in salt, yeah
I am dumb enough to run through a wall
Build another one and run through it too
What is he on?
Electric green smoothies and bean
Water from Vietnam
Orchids in the air and over forty
Years of beat the clock
We will not be keeping calm
We will turn barbarians to Carrie
At the senior prom
Meet us in the creeping fog
I know you weebles wobble
But never completely topple
Even more reason for me to
See you obscenely remodeled
Let's get your body walloped into
Braque or P picasso
You ain't the person you let
Your believers think they follow

Good goddamn, good goddamn
Every idol I ever met is a conman
Good God, good God, good goddamn
Gotta hopscotch hot pan to hot pan good God
Good God good God