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Aesop Rock

Genres: Hip-Hop

I Went Outside Today Lyrics - Aesop Rock

I feel so fly today 

emerged 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 movin' through people like a Peterbilt 

I found what 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 trying to 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 trying to find true moments 

Big 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 cant 

A modern satellite's equipped to spy on a fire ant, 

which is cool 'cause them fuckers is dangerous 

I'm trying to learn to face... 

fuck! 

 

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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 the ugly tree 

Snap, Crack, show him to the closest blooming onion 

reclusive koopas moving out the dungeons into gundam 

money run along, sleeves up Tero on his upper arm 

sneak around 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 stylist 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 of the space bar, 

I'm trying to be the first jarred brains on a face card 

 

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