Aesop Rock - Fumes lyrics

"You ain't shit man, your story's a joke
You should package it with a last
Smoke and six feet of rope"

Stay awake little misfit
Her lips wet a very particular mischief
Sis' wiggle an index, if your limbs let
Or settle for a warm
Burgundy bubble out of her beak instead

Hey, tequila to free the worm
Had his liver scuba suit up on the Sabbath
His personal pale rabbit
At the hole's end her delicate mitten tipped
For sticking pissy liquor in him
Every day at six
Silly, predictability is a bitch
Fully patterned
Had her awkwardly christening the
Small talk chalk board she said
"This is less of a fixer-upper
Than my last bar"
"Funny, you're less of a fixer-upper
Than my last whore"
Crass is Similac to the milky
Wit of today's youths both chuckle out
Next couple on the house
Next couple on the couch
Swapping social coma rants
Phobias and soldier doubts
Jokes and corporate mogul bans motor-mouths
The key to open his closure:
Pussy plus yay she hid in a broken toaster
And later wake neighbors over chemical
Flavor to fuck sickly
Tooth, nail beauty through the skin deep

An object at rest tends to remain at rest
And an object in motion tends
To remain in motion
With the same speed slow down
With the same speed slow down
With the same speed slow down
And in the same direction down down down

Now the dizziness is similar to
Whimsy with a pretty twist
If pretty is a bidding war
For meteors of iffy sniff
And cigarettes, and pills on a speaker
Silhouetted by the muted television
And the rickety Venetians between tweaks
He sweeps at home depot and reads
Mostly biblical, but not cause he believed
But found the lexicon of
Jesus heavy literature fly
Feverishly sponged up the information high
Fade into the cradle of his
Same deck train wreck
She pet him with a mechanical
Tape deck play back
Plus, the depressing sum of the
Two combined pay checks
Stung less when little Debbie D-cup
Put her legs back
Drunk, put her on the business-end of
His favorite couplet from Corinthians
Sunk into the comforts of a kid again
Enough to share the stuff
That truly interest him
This is where the vision of a shiny
Happy Christmas end
Tipsy little princess wasn't listening
Just yes-ing him the more she fed him "yes"
The more he fed her fresh barbiturates
Assuming it was them against
The world into oblivion
But he was just a stupid simian
That her live with him

An object at rest tends to remain at rest
And an object in motion tends
To remain in motion
With the same speed slow down
With the same speed slow down
With the same speed slow down
And in the same direction down down down

Pirouetting madly on a mirror full of baggies
In the valley of the irritable Aggie
Any sincerity, miracles
Or memory buried in the back-seat
By the hazardous materials
Was seriously gasping
Here he is in action trying
To patch up the attraction
Figured he would win her back if
He act in a common passion
Penned a couple chapters 'bout a
Sassy pair of magnets
With a cottage on a hill and
A picket fence and a marriage
Never having gathered her rabid
Enthusiasm over language
Was fashioned around the aspirin
In his cabinets
Asked her to read it expecting
Flattery after the fact
This is an exact imitation of how she react:
"You ain't shit man, your story's a joke
You should package it with a last
Smoke and six feet of rope"
Man she knows five chores, more coke
And all fours
Said, "Leave me on the floor and
Leave the dope by the door"
Bounced all shook up, she cook up aluminum
Consuming every skull and crossbones
In the room in under two minutes, he fuming
With a flipped lid, stormed into the crib
And found her body on the
Tiles like, "No she didn't!", yes she did

Stay awake little misfit
Her lips wet a very particular mischief
Sis' wiggle an index, if your limbs let
Or settle for a warm burgundy bubble
Out of her beak instead

An object at rest tends to remain at rest
And an object in motion tends
To remain in motion
With the same speed slow down
With the same speed slow down
With the same speed slow down
And in the same direction down down down