Rob Sonic, Baby Dayliner, Aesop Rock - Off Broadway lyrics

Fire of the opal blitz
Take everything your clothes can fit
And give the post and roses before
Coach misses his bowling pins
And don’t admit to nothing
Become badder ‘bout the cookie jar
The driving doesn’t matter when they ask
About how good you park
A ten from all the judges
We got cousins at the carousel
And Trixie in the kissing booth with
Big balloons and hair from hell
Share the wealth my dude
Do not be chiefing all my Fabergé
I stole it from my pop’s room in
A costume and a black beret
Perhaps I may have gone too far
By telling her my business booms
I take my Bentley off-road, oh
And also that my dick is huge
I pick and choose my battles to
Be raffled off in cactus chairs
It’s my way or the highway or some
Crime tape and some traffic flares
Fashion fares, smacking gum
The beef and brats are relish-tipped
The sour patch to house your hat
The power that compels your kids
To help with it I’m flipping birds
And cursing as my family frowns
Turn your mens and them to little
Engines that just can’t right now

You got the part as the star of the show
You got the part as the star of the show
You got the part as the star of the show
You got the part as the star of the show

Mom brought home the wrong baby
Chained in the attic for y’alls safety
Steak tossed in that cage daily
She raised the gate the same day turned 18
Ay now I’m always the away team
Yay-long wake of D-Days and daisies
9-1-1, menace at the Macy’s
Wake up, face the rabies
Taste the brain freeze
Ape at the Empire State going ape
Midtown raining planes, I got
5-0 with the binos aimed, "Hey Chief
He up there painting his name"
"He up there saving the dames"
Dangerous game, as he label the rain
When the anger and hate flare up
As a fatal attain, Abel or Cain
Mage friends that forecast
My tongue pressed to this frog’s back
I am the walrus, it says walrus on my dog tag
Red gauze on my paw pads
I’m like Rembrandt when I moonwalk
Red, white, and blue sweatbands
The most deadpan in New York
Saturday night not dead yet
Gravity dice on the velvet
Taking his tie off, waving the flies off
Traced in a eye on his helmet, well
Band-aids on hellholes and hellscapes, it’s
Elbows on elbows, it’s handshakes
Like shell games, yeah

You got the part as the star of the show
You got the part as the star of the show
You got the part as the star of the show
You got the part as the star of the show