Aesop Rock, Atmosphere - Chasing New York lyrics

I used to be in love with Brooklyn
Way before I ever got to go to Brooklyn
And I really enjoyed the first
Time I stayed there
But disappointed about how clean
Them trains were

Spray paint to debate the claim
But she say "the fake fur
Don't taste the same"
But your chips on your church
And save your place
But first make sure that that's
The ace of spades, huh

You know you got it made in the fade
When the worst case scenario's a
Big bowl of cereal
I tried to state my case to the stewardess
To let me take the steering wheel
But they don't hear me though

I know that I could fly this bitch
And if the bitch don't fly
I'll build a pirate ship
And when the bottle tips
The model hit's the ground
But they love you whenever you're around

You know, still got a long way to go
But I ain't the only one to
Put it all on the road
You know, grow up just to take up space
We don't need an excuse to
Chase what we chase

Still got a long way to go
But I ain't the only one to
Put it all on the road
You know, judge us on the love that we make
We don't need an excuse to
Chase what we chase

But the frame didn't fall
When the mirror broke
I can't recall what life was like a year ago
Spit it on the front row, disappear
I'm ghost call me Smokey like I'm
Rolling with some miracles (coals)

I got a yard full of love
It grows like a garden with
Guards to guard it
Around the same time that this party started
We was on the red carpet with artist access

Shooting down garbage for target practice
Martians living in the margin
Imagine the clean streets and
The dirty police we tryna keep the peace
While disturbin' the peace

You know, hitchhike to the mountain's top
To take a picture of the
Peak that surrounds your thoughts
And my favorite spot to catch a
Drink still be down the block
From wherever you sleep

You know, still got a long way to go
But I ain't the only one to
Put it all on the road
You know, grow up just to take up space
We don't need an excuse to
Chase what we chase

Still got a long way to go
But I ain't the only one to
Put it all on the road
You know, judge us on the love that we make
We don't need an excuse to
Chase what we chase

All these days are numbered
Falling forward, failing upwards
All these roads to Eden
Maps to nowhere, cold to breathe in

All these days are numbered
Falling forward, failing upwards
All these roads to Eden
Maps to nowhere, cold to breathe in

All these days are numbered
Falling forward, failing upwards
All these roads to Eden
Maps to nowhere, cold to breathe in

All these days are numbered
Falling forward, failing upwards
All these roads to Eden
Maps to nowhere, it's cold

If your hands get free, abandon ship
Uhm, I think parrots are danky