​billy woods, Aesop Rock - Tumbleweed lyrics

Z-z-z-z, pop go the landscape
Belly-up throwing socks at the fan blades
One o’clock
Dummy lock eyes with a mickey mouse pancake
Pox on his tipping side handshake
Slobs in a city-wide campground, translate
Tan lions examining how the lamb taste
Needs more saffron
Lead 4 eyes where his hands ain’t
Hand painted mask on, Badassquiat
Tap math rock on a harp string
Mosh like a sasquatch larping
Seen amoebas grow to vapid fashionistas
Freeing a can of worms mistook for a panacea
See the regulars exude a
Particular brand of diva
‘til a basic interaction take a
Local anesthesia to stomach amnesia beloved
Reanimated from the chrysalis
Splitting atoms over shitty crinkle cuts
Lemme guess another mac the knife with
The passion of christ
I would rather be trapped in ice
He flexi with the tech and exit
Left from the director’s chair
Pocket-knife and a box of strike anywheres
Might break off from the pack
Like Uncle Traveling Matt
Mail a couple suspicious packages back
But the mission is in front of him
Operation tooth and nail
Turn troops into boots and belts

Russian roullette relationships
Step in the front door guns to your own heads
His & her 44s matching rubber grips
Just Me & My Bitch romantic revolvers
She threatened to leave replied
I’d buy that for a dollar took a few weeks
But I’m back to rolling ‘em smaller
It’s the little things the bitter flings
Rebounding with the illest springs
Icarus aloft on pride’s brittle wings
Heavy hand singapore Slings
Good man i appreciate a barkeep who keep
My cup on brim
And might perhaps point me towards some trim
Eye blinks pan flashes
Suddenly the only person in the
Bar not wearing glasses
Keeps a flask in hand but for
That special someone might pass it
The Minus Man
Takes his meals alone close to home
Two glasses Cote de Rhone
Slipped out unnoticed the tip was decent
Nods good evening to policemen
Passing the precinct
Must’ve already made quota
Crocodile Tears PW botha
Maybe I shoulda stuck it out instead
Going home to a sofa arrived via chauffeur
Dipped in a jack-o lantern arm
In arm with a slattern shot from the hip
Excuses in the holster extended clip
One in the head and I ain't stop
Squeezing till I knew it was dead