Open Mike Eagle, Paul White, Aesop Rock - I Went Outside Today lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Open Mike Eagle, Paul White, Aesop Rock - I Went Outside Today lyrics]
Yeah, I feel so fly today
Emerge from my very narrow heel-toe hideaway
My bad
Like what people that steal old lighters say
I told the emperor to get
Real clothes right away
I'm focused enough to knit
A whole sleeper quilt
And train tunnels moving through
People like a Peterbilt
I found where all of my confident voices are
I'm feeling free 20 pounds on my oyster card
G'on 'head with my Dwayne Wayne looking ass
I want a stupid mic stand
Carved from a wooden staff
I'm tryna relive days that I couldn't grab
I looked up what Lena Dunham
Said and I shouldn't have
I don't know how I ever faced the odds
As a child I played grab-ass
And shot paper wads
I matriculated up by the grace of Bob
Used to licks macrame, cricket, and decoupage
I'm tryna find true moments
Rick Martel's cologne can blind you Hogan
The American part of my mind's too swollen
If I was a font I would hate Times New Roman
I travel light like a choir can't
A modern satellite's equipped to
Spy on a fireant
Which is cool cause them fuckers is dangerous
I'm tryna learn to face –– FUCK!
Yeah, I feel so uppity
Peter Piper picked the purple stuff
Before the Sunny D summer pants
All of my receptors up and under siege
Itchy middle fingers triple lindy out
Of the ugly tree snap, Crack
Show him to the closest blooming Onion
Reclusive Koopas moving out the
Dungeon into gundam money run along
Sleeves up Tero on his upper arm
Sneak up on a thousand crows
Peppering the front lawn
Bite a bat's head off before doors
I'll forward you the recipe bork bork
Quarter and draw everything orbit
A failing biosphere
Pioneer of pestilence my stylus
Is a science fair
The future primitive is skitching
Off the pace car
Rebel yell except for when he
Whistle by the graveyard
If I ain't home wiping spittle
Off the space bar
I'm tryna be the first jarred
Brains on a face card
Emerge from my very narrow heel-toe hideaway
My bad
Like what people that steal old lighters say
I told the emperor to get
Real clothes right away
I'm focused enough to knit
A whole sleeper quilt
And train tunnels moving through
People like a Peterbilt
I found where all of my confident voices are
I'm feeling free 20 pounds on my oyster card
G'on 'head with my Dwayne Wayne looking ass
I want a stupid mic stand
Carved from a wooden staff
I'm tryna relive days that I couldn't grab
I looked up what Lena Dunham
Said and I shouldn't have
I don't know how I ever faced the odds
As a child I played grab-ass
And shot paper wads
I matriculated up by the grace of Bob
Used to licks macrame, cricket, and decoupage
I'm tryna find true moments
Rick Martel's cologne can blind you Hogan
The American part of my mind's too swollen
If I was a font I would hate Times New Roman
I travel light like a choir can't
A modern satellite's equipped to
Spy on a fireant
Which is cool cause them fuckers is dangerous
I'm tryna learn to face –– FUCK!
Yeah, I feel so uppity
Peter Piper picked the purple stuff
Before the Sunny D summer pants
All of my receptors up and under siege
Itchy middle fingers triple lindy out
Of the ugly tree snap, Crack
Show him to the closest blooming Onion
Reclusive Koopas moving out the
Dungeon into gundam money run along
Sleeves up Tero on his upper arm
Sneak up on a thousand crows
Peppering the front lawn
Bite a bat's head off before doors
I'll forward you the recipe bork bork
Quarter and draw everything orbit
A failing biosphere
Pioneer of pestilence my stylus
Is a science fair
The future primitive is skitching
Off the pace car
Rebel yell except for when he
Whistle by the graveyard
If I ain't home wiping spittle
Off the space bar
I'm tryna be the first jarred
Brains on a face card