Aesop Rock, Open Mike Eagle, Homeboy Sandman - Syrup lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock, Open Mike Eagle, Homeboy Sandman - Syrup lyrics]
The dirty dishes are becoming self-aware
Even the roaches like "I wouldn't
Raise my children here"
Simple syrup in his veins, dirty nails
Lizard brain eyes wide
Spine like a saltlick in pissing rain
(pssss) aSR Schroeder split the rent with
Ghosts and bacterial cultures
Might track poltergeists prints
Through his Folgers, gross
Home is where the unholy sojourn
Dead sea bath tub never mind his welfare
Party at the penthouse carpeted in pet hair
Fridge full of black deli meat and dead air
Sill prefer it to the overbearing lens flare
And death stare Plinko and an at risk eco
System, egos over peace, love, and wisdom
Police shooting everything
Media's a fuck show
Religion is a scapegoat for cut-throats
Fuck no
I ain't going out there, man
I don't trust no one out there, man
You don't even know what's out there, man
Man
Sycophants is on the prowl so I
Don't need to do laundry
I'll dry myself with paper towels
Can't have a decent conversation
With the butcher, baker
Or candlestick maker
At least they smoking vapor now
I still am not going to
Vacate and ain't breaking out
It's such a boring scene
I found more buoyancy in quarantine
Accommodations second rate
At least it's an environment
That I can regulate like I was Warren G
I got a fan and bucket full of ice cubes
Fuck what's popping on the street
I gotta sweep up mice poo
I waged a war against the spiders
And was left with the mosquitoes
But these blood suckers leave a bump
Those blood suckers always want to free-load
Yo, who's that peeking in my key hole
Trying to keep it on the d-low
Plain and simple
Mine's my favorite simple mind
So I'm closing all the windows and
I'm shutting all the blinds
I ain't goin' out there, son
I don't trust no one out there, son
I don't even know what's out there, son son
Yo, I got a big-ass TV and
My house has four of 'em
Some of y'all is cutting the cords
I'm adding more of 'em fuck foraging
I do the shit that I can sit and do
Maybe in the future we can
Fly by a living room
Or order from Grub Hub but
It ain't no pasta left
Outside is where my distant cousins
Get shot to death plus I'm very broke
I ain't even got a buck for the ferry boat
If something dope happens throw
It on periscope a meerkat? Seen it i ain't
Trying to hear that
I'm planted in my zone because home
Is where it's weird at
Anything I want I locate with
Little to no wait
Through a vast network of homies
That work for post mates
Hella spies still sitting here
So watch me rotate
Outside is full of processed
Sugar and traffic jams
Device charged, apps in hand, I'm a handy man
If you want to give me some
Energy come and visit me
Because I ain't goin' out there, fam
I don't trust no one out there, fam
I don't even know what's out there, fam damn
Even the roaches like "I wouldn't
Raise my children here"
Simple syrup in his veins, dirty nails
Lizard brain eyes wide
Spine like a saltlick in pissing rain
(pssss) aSR Schroeder split the rent with
Ghosts and bacterial cultures
Might track poltergeists prints
Through his Folgers, gross
Home is where the unholy sojourn
Dead sea bath tub never mind his welfare
Party at the penthouse carpeted in pet hair
Fridge full of black deli meat and dead air
Sill prefer it to the overbearing lens flare
And death stare Plinko and an at risk eco
System, egos over peace, love, and wisdom
Police shooting everything
Media's a fuck show
Religion is a scapegoat for cut-throats
Fuck no
I ain't going out there, man
I don't trust no one out there, man
You don't even know what's out there, man
Man
Sycophants is on the prowl so I
Don't need to do laundry
I'll dry myself with paper towels
Can't have a decent conversation
With the butcher, baker
Or candlestick maker
At least they smoking vapor now
I still am not going to
Vacate and ain't breaking out
It's such a boring scene
I found more buoyancy in quarantine
Accommodations second rate
At least it's an environment
That I can regulate like I was Warren G
I got a fan and bucket full of ice cubes
Fuck what's popping on the street
I gotta sweep up mice poo
I waged a war against the spiders
And was left with the mosquitoes
But these blood suckers leave a bump
Those blood suckers always want to free-load
Yo, who's that peeking in my key hole
Trying to keep it on the d-low
Plain and simple
Mine's my favorite simple mind
So I'm closing all the windows and
I'm shutting all the blinds
I ain't goin' out there, son
I don't trust no one out there, son
I don't even know what's out there, son son
Yo, I got a big-ass TV and
My house has four of 'em
Some of y'all is cutting the cords
I'm adding more of 'em fuck foraging
I do the shit that I can sit and do
Maybe in the future we can
Fly by a living room
Or order from Grub Hub but
It ain't no pasta left
Outside is where my distant cousins
Get shot to death plus I'm very broke
I ain't even got a buck for the ferry boat
If something dope happens throw
It on periscope a meerkat? Seen it i ain't
Trying to hear that
I'm planted in my zone because home
Is where it's weird at
Anything I want I locate with
Little to no wait
Through a vast network of homies
That work for post mates
Hella spies still sitting here
So watch me rotate
Outside is full of processed
Sugar and traffic jams
Device charged, apps in hand, I'm a handy man
If you want to give me some
Energy come and visit me
Because I ain't goin' out there, fam
I don't trust no one out there, fam
I don't even know what's out there, fam damn