Lazy Eye - Aesop Rock
My spirit animal comes with a pretzel bun Troll of a treadmill, record on the Kessel Run (allegedly) Edgy from elevensies to megabucks Techies with the treble down, this is how we level up Dead meat, time travel, pressure, and disease As ushered out of two fingers pecking at the keys The coping mechanism in his LMNOPs Went from healthy to unhealthy to oh hell he never leaves Cineplex Jesus, curse at the curly fries Mulling over Chuck D telling me diversify I'm at the Supercut souping up the wardrobe Fourcast looking like Ganesh on four phones HelloHelloHelloHello base camp space camp Bass in your facefuck, brace for the rain dance Back in the back of the classroom After a magical nap in a vacuum Act natural Whatever that means for ya Whatever that means for ya Whatever that means for ya Before climbing douchebag mountain I was skate or die Started eating kale and came to terms with my lazy eye Puttin on the yoga lady, cuttin off the cable guy Whistle while you're waiting for your condition to stabilize A/V cables everywhere, every piece of vinyl scratched Mentholated tiger balm, Aleve with the arthritis cap Irons in the niacin, iron quiet riot masked Unabashed privacy expanding in a simulcast Forty winks never the same adventure Refreshing or this ain't the longest exorcism ever In the end you gotta wonder if its even worth the effort No stairways into heaven, you can step into the Escher Some people have mistaken my allegience for a weakness They fucked me up for eons, I wish there wes a theist The type to fake his death and forget he faked his death Show up on TV in the crowd at the AVNs (like) Act natural Whatever that means for ya Whatever that means for ya Whatever that means for ya Sometimes I feel my heart putrifying inside my body From diary at dark, to piety in the ponzi On my better days they mingle and walk off into the poppy On my worst, work is overshadowed by the monte I had to buy some clothes that fit me and pretend I like agave With a promise to his congress not to compromise the motley (in em) Maybe I should kinda sorta move to Mars I'm feeling kinda done, too many moving parts The piss-poor vision is forty percent floaters The kitchen is a chorus of glorious leftovers The friends you confessed all the dark shit to Would weaponize the information before we can send roses And they want a little pearl and how we got to where we at I can't remember where I am, I feel it's probably a trap Balk with the lawless, cough in his notes Walk on even when the walls hug his coat Oh, and act natural Whatever that means for ya Whatever that means for ya Whatever that means for ya
Artist: Aesop Rock
Title: Lazy Eye