[00:00.00] 作曲 : Aesop Rock
[00:29.76]Look Unsigned hype
[00:30.87]Front line aeronauts flurry
[00:32.58]Zero dark thirty
[00:33.60]Zero friends minotaur-fugly stepchild
[00:36.00]Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines
[00:38.22]Up, beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes
[00:40.47]Devolved into mothmen munching textiles
[00:42.78]Punisher Out past go-time
[00:44.55]Back 10 fried worms chubbier
[00:46.08]Brown grass both sides
[00:47.58]Canned food
[00:48.39]Manmade tools
[00:49.44]Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root
[00:51.87]Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
[00:54.00]And a handshake-proof campaign, can't lose
[00:56.16]Can't gain
[00:56.82]Smoke out moles like a force of nature
[00:58.98]Pray fortune return to his favor
[01:00.81]Swiftly Maybe in the form of a nest egg
[01:03.18]Maybe in the form of a tesla death ray
[01:05.22]Or a solid gold scene with something better to celebrate
[01:07.62]Than powder on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day
[01:10.26]M-m-moral compass all *******
[01:12.27]Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets
[01:14.31]Are we supporting the artist or enabling the addict
[01:16.56]I mean, I guess it matters to me
[01:18.12]I wish it mattered to you
[01:19.29]How a thousand virtues
[01:20.61]Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtles [Hook]
[01:23.61]Roving packs of elusive young become
[01:25.77]Choke-lore writers over boosted drums
[01:27.87]In the terrifying face of a future tongue
[01:29.94]Down down from a huntable surplus to one [Verse 2] (Check his own)
[01:41.70]Breakneck pulse
[01:42.60]Over colors in a drain
[01:43.86]That emote sugar skulls in the rain
[01:45.66]Flower-eyes melting
[01:46.74]Guided by a levy made of that tile, tilting
[01:49.02]Quarter up and headed for the kill screen
[01:50.79]No corner cut, no build team
[01:52.56]Only a particularly menacing
[01:54.09]Angle perpendicular to everything
[01:55.74]Boys room cherry bomb
[01:57.03]Boy/goon very much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron
[01:59.82]Hello Here's where a tale of caution
[02:01.83]Pounds coffin nails
[02:02.85]To bootlegs of
[02:03.66]Hawkwind, saw tooth
[02:04.89]Nevermind straw to gold
[02:06.27]Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles
[02:08.91]Arm in the maw
[02:09.75]Fish out pith like a business card in a jar at the mall
[02:13.38]A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause
[02:16.02]Get stuffed with cartoon cigars
[02:17.91]Cold pack, neti-pot, home to roost
[02:19.86]Around folk backed into what they most lampoon
[02:22.23]Shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles
[02:24.69]Daisy, declawed pound, no thank you
[02:26.82]Fade me Failed all basic training
[02:28.98]But I spent a couple groundhog days with a changeling
[02:31.68]Silhouette the god's last cigarette
[02:33.72]Anything less would be ri-god-damn-diculous [Hook]
[02:36.36]Roving packs of elusive young become
[02:38.22]Choke lore writers over boosted drums
[02:40.32]In the terrifying face of a future tongue
[02:42.42]Down down from a huntable surplus to one

作曲 : Aesop Rock
Look Unsigned hype
Front line aeronauts flurry
Zero dark thirty
Zero friends minotaur-fugly stepchild
Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines
Up, beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes
Devolved into mothmen munching textiles
Punisher Out past go-time
Back 10 fried worms chubbier
Brown grass both sides
Canned food
Manmade tools
Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a handshake-proof campaign, can't lose
Can't gain
Smoke out moles like a force of nature
Pray fortune return to his favor
Swiftly Maybe in the form of a nest egg
Maybe in the form of a tesla death ray
Or a solid gold scene with something better to celebrate
Than powder on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day
M-m-moral compass all *******
Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets
Are we supporting the artist or enabling the addict
I mean, I guess it matters to me
I wish it mattered to you
How a thousand virtues
Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtles
Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke-lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
Down down from a huntable surplus to one (Check his own)
Breakneck pulse
Over colors in a drain
That emote sugar skulls in the rain
Flower-eyes melting
Guided by a levy made of that tile, tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill screen
No corner cut, no build team
Only a particularly menacing
Angle perpendicular to everything
Boys room cherry bomb
Boy/goon very much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron
Hello Here's where a tale of caution
Pounds coffin nails
To bootlegs of
Hawkwind, saw tooth
Nevermind straw to gold
Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith like a business card in a jar at the mall
A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause
Get stuffed with cartoon cigars
Cold pack, neti-pot, home to roost
Around folk backed into what they most lampoon
Shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles
Daisy, declawed pound, no thank you
Fade me Failed all basic training
But I spent a couple groundhog days with a changeling
Silhouette the god's last cigarette
Anything less would be ri-god-damn-diculous
Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
Down down from a huntable surplus to one