Aesop Rock, Atmosphere - Which Way Is Up? lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock, Atmosphere - Which Way Is Up? lyrics]
He woke up, sweat got him soaked up
Looking like he spent the
Night getting hosed up smoke a butt
Lit it off the stove and rush your focus up
When they breaking bread they
Never broke enough
Just another day of waiting for tomorrow
Situations got him pacing at the crossroads
Staccato face full of nostrils
Heart beating like you getting chased
On that cop show
He's sick of getting cut short
On the stick again they sittin' pretty
But won't let the business in
Projectin' bricks of aggression
Protect your section
Don't covet the next man's
I know you frustrated, must hate it
Maybe stuck in the ditch
When the revolution's updated
Some make it and get upgraded
Every little prick wanna fuck
Lady Luck butt naked that's why I overreact
Like you opened your lap and gave
Birth to a swarm of rats
Somebody should have warned your ass:
Its worse to crash than to run outta gas
Boar's head helmet, long in the tooth
I walk a three headed dog
I call him "Duck, Duck, goose"
Ooze through the cookie isle
Hands down marvelous
Possibly escorting hundred handers
Outta Tartarus
Man's damp claws stack adorable cash
And flip a cardboard crown like
A spork in the mash stone-walling
Two knees knock on a tucked tail
Swan song wrong, flower-topped thumbnails
Pop the mop one hotel robe
And a Plymouth duster
Eighty sixed from his given infrastructure
Beard to his feet that
Filter his Hail Mary's
In the company of cartoon stars and canaries
Kid Schroeder, ivories picked over
Parts marched out to sea on sick shoulders
Broadcast images of 3D art
Littering the diagonal
Arrow on your bleeding heart sticker
People of Earth, we are not as we are seeming
The radio is on but
The dialogue isn't breathing
That's why my people drive along leaning
Back into the fires that
Forged the whole evening, speeding
Go real no meal
Don't feel so deal
Looking like he spent the
Night getting hosed up smoke a butt
Lit it off the stove and rush your focus up
When they breaking bread they
Never broke enough
Just another day of waiting for tomorrow
Situations got him pacing at the crossroads
Staccato face full of nostrils
Heart beating like you getting chased
On that cop show
He's sick of getting cut short
On the stick again they sittin' pretty
But won't let the business in
Projectin' bricks of aggression
Protect your section
Don't covet the next man's
I know you frustrated, must hate it
Maybe stuck in the ditch
When the revolution's updated
Some make it and get upgraded
Every little prick wanna fuck
Lady Luck butt naked that's why I overreact
Like you opened your lap and gave
Birth to a swarm of rats
Somebody should have warned your ass:
Its worse to crash than to run outta gas
Boar's head helmet, long in the tooth
I walk a three headed dog
I call him "Duck, Duck, goose"
Ooze through the cookie isle
Hands down marvelous
Possibly escorting hundred handers
Outta Tartarus
Man's damp claws stack adorable cash
And flip a cardboard crown like
A spork in the mash stone-walling
Two knees knock on a tucked tail
Swan song wrong, flower-topped thumbnails
Pop the mop one hotel robe
And a Plymouth duster
Eighty sixed from his given infrastructure
Beard to his feet that
Filter his Hail Mary's
In the company of cartoon stars and canaries
Kid Schroeder, ivories picked over
Parts marched out to sea on sick shoulders
Broadcast images of 3D art
Littering the diagonal
Arrow on your bleeding heart sticker
People of Earth, we are not as we are seeming
The radio is on but
The dialogue isn't breathing
That's why my people drive along leaning
Back into the fires that
Forged the whole evening, speeding
Go real no meal
Don't feel so deal