Aesop Rock, Breeze Brewin, Cage - Getaway Car lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock, Breeze Brewin, Cage - Getaway Car lyrics]
Ayo, ayo
I send this to all of my corporate corpses
Tryna abort the thoughts of
Comin' out wildin'
Dumbin' out time to off the office
I was surely sorta twisted
Worked at a TV studio, an audio assistant
Easy, do my duty
Though at times was in a mean mood
Hot, I gotta be cool
I was on the brink of fiend's drool
Glaring at the green room
Made a brother the same color
But beyond neon pushin' me to peon
Barkin' at dreams to be gone
Tending to the talent and many
They haven't any
Was especially a challenge when he be like
Goddamnit, can he hear his vocal?
As he cuffin' it, "How my mic sound?"
Thinkin', on the low
It's perfect when he put the mic down
Clown stand steady grillin'
Wanting subservience sound man buryin'
Thinkin' I'd fuckin' murder them
And steamin' as I'm watchin' duke
Leavin' on some hot pursuit gotta win
As these cats be modelin' what not to do
In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car)
In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car)
In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car)
In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car-car)
Six in the morning and the walls close in
High noon calls and the walls own him
Kings at the ready know the walls won't win
Storms on the harbor like a harbinger of gore
(Right)
Gore is my harbinger, pardon The Art of War
(Right) get your doors darkened
By the house of card carpenters
Who never thought a slave could
Be a Spartacus and more
Pencil sharpener with a resume
For the carnivores
Who take important conference calls
In corner office walls
Still, a buck is a buck and he punch numbers
Five - punch
Just say no to company functions
And he duck into the dungeons
Nothing says "Kill it" like a day of fetching
Paper clips and staplers for the privileged
Two lives, one is chores for whores
One is where I wanna be
When you begin regretting yours
And I poured in with a large coffee
Tardy every morning
To a man who took authority
Beyond what it was for
How you gonna pay the rent day-job-free?
Make rap records, matter of fact, thanks
Peace
In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car)
In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car)
In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car)
In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car-car)
Six in the morning and the walls close in
High noon calls and the walls own him
Kings at the ready know the walls won't win
In a hospital gown
Day off from being tied down in recreation
Swinging a paddle at mental patients
Raping the competition to smother
The pain and sin so he pound you out in
Table tennis like Wang Liqin
Too strange within just to stop
Demented interactions sleep and
Thoughts documented
He's lingering insane paint thinner
In his vein
Colors blown out around the doctor's
Finger in his brain
With a needle unable to beat
Him in a fetal position
He crafted a path to escape his condition
Would cling to the white walls of psych halls
In his mind soon bled the words he
Would speak to the world in time
But not before more injections
Strapped to the bed
Till the psychotropics took hold of
The rap in his head
When his wrists released
He wrote tunes you could snoop through
Day of release said, "Depart from me
I never knew you"
In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car)
In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car)
In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car)
In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car-car)
Six in the morning and the walls close in
High noon calls and the walls own him
Kings at the ready know the walls won't win
"I I I'm leavin'"
I send this to all of my corporate corpses
Tryna abort the thoughts of
Comin' out wildin'
Dumbin' out time to off the office
I was surely sorta twisted
Worked at a TV studio, an audio assistant
Easy, do my duty
Though at times was in a mean mood
Hot, I gotta be cool
I was on the brink of fiend's drool
Glaring at the green room
Made a brother the same color
But beyond neon pushin' me to peon
Barkin' at dreams to be gone
Tending to the talent and many
They haven't any
Was especially a challenge when he be like
Goddamnit, can he hear his vocal?
As he cuffin' it, "How my mic sound?"
Thinkin', on the low
It's perfect when he put the mic down
Clown stand steady grillin'
Wanting subservience sound man buryin'
Thinkin' I'd fuckin' murder them
And steamin' as I'm watchin' duke
Leavin' on some hot pursuit gotta win
As these cats be modelin' what not to do
In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car)
In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car)
In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car)
In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car-car)
Six in the morning and the walls close in
High noon calls and the walls own him
Kings at the ready know the walls won't win
Storms on the harbor like a harbinger of gore
(Right)
Gore is my harbinger, pardon The Art of War
(Right) get your doors darkened
By the house of card carpenters
Who never thought a slave could
Be a Spartacus and more
Pencil sharpener with a resume
For the carnivores
Who take important conference calls
In corner office walls
Still, a buck is a buck and he punch numbers
Five - punch
Just say no to company functions
And he duck into the dungeons
Nothing says "Kill it" like a day of fetching
Paper clips and staplers for the privileged
Two lives, one is chores for whores
One is where I wanna be
When you begin regretting yours
And I poured in with a large coffee
Tardy every morning
To a man who took authority
Beyond what it was for
How you gonna pay the rent day-job-free?
Make rap records, matter of fact, thanks
Peace
In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car)
In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car)
In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car)
In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car-car)
Six in the morning and the walls close in
High noon calls and the walls own him
Kings at the ready know the walls won't win
In a hospital gown
Day off from being tied down in recreation
Swinging a paddle at mental patients
Raping the competition to smother
The pain and sin so he pound you out in
Table tennis like Wang Liqin
Too strange within just to stop
Demented interactions sleep and
Thoughts documented
He's lingering insane paint thinner
In his vein
Colors blown out around the doctor's
Finger in his brain
With a needle unable to beat
Him in a fetal position
He crafted a path to escape his condition
Would cling to the white walls of psych halls
In his mind soon bled the words he
Would speak to the world in time
But not before more injections
Strapped to the bed
Till the psychotropics took hold of
The rap in his head
When his wrists released
He wrote tunes you could snoop through
Day of release said, "Depart from me
I never knew you"
In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car)
In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car)
In a (Getaway car, geta-getaway car)
In a (Getaway car, car-car-car-car-car)
Six in the morning and the walls close in
High noon calls and the walls own him
Kings at the ready know the walls won't win
"I I I'm leavin'"