So i heard y'all wanna float... Yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood swing i'm broke; i know a walking corpse that spit icicle dagger to slit throat quicker than you can prove there's four letters in hope (h...o...p...e) i paint a portrait of myself, bored life inside the tortoise shell tortured, orbiting hell's orchid, intrigued but not compelled i smell a hint of charred child flesh sweeping through my corridor more than one canteen, a liquid caffeine and eclipse the slaughters now ? is the villain of my kabuki hologram as i hobble with hollow hands, please pin the nozzle we see intent to reinvent dream application with homage to ancients but honor modern replacements circling now basics, fresh i'm bilbo baggins, with stilts tippin' the peatree dish beached fish on the shores with a feast of wits eats the corpse divy the servings and study the traits that deemed killer breed credible that's a harp of a different color, yeah, but the song remains identical i am not a crook (crook) i cook the wick at both ends just to blend that element of chance with my tight rope leaf life, sight beyond, i reign where hunger pain got begone belong to something civil saint 'cause this rembrandt paints on and it's a tall canvas, lodged in the gut of atlantis i'm pretend(?), impressive lungs, some truly learn what a death chant is i alone personify mankind's collective soul as the result of one angry zeus fist blistering pulp cult evoked face it, place it on the shelf next to the portrait mommy gave you and the day it rains but y'all pose by the slave ship anyway (how sweet) make it rain 'till the lead be grain my face is a combine of father tom and his sweetest concubine whine, and it saddens me like televised casualties i'll be hung in the village square in exactly five minutes you don't want to miss it i've been soaking up my discontent regarding the equation i'm officially closed for consultation I float when everyone around me's busy drowning, i float when everyone around me's busy drowning, i float when everyone around me's busy drowning, i float
Aesop Rocks - Float Lyrics
Aesop Rocks - Float Lyrics
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So i heard y'all wanna float... Yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood swing i'm broke; i know a walking corpse that spit icicle dagger to slit throat quicker than you can prove there's four letters in hope (h...o...p...e) i paint a portrait of myself, bored life inside the tortoise shell tortured, orbiting hell's orchid, intrigued but not compelled i smell a hint of charred child flesh sweeping through my corridor more than one canteen, a liquid caffeine and eclipse the slaughters now ? is the villain of my kabuki hologram as i hobble with hollow hands, please pin the nozzle we see intent to reinvent dream application with homage to ancients but honor modern replacements circling now basics, fresh i'm bilbo baggins, with stilts tippin' the peatree dish beached fish on the shores with a feast of wits eats the corpse divy the servings and study the traits that deemed killer breed credible that's a harp of a different color, yeah, but the song remains identical i am not a crook (crook) i cook the wick at both ends just to blend that element of chance with my tight rope leaf life, sight beyond, i reign where hunger pain got begone belong to something civil saint 'cause this rembrandt paints on and it's a tall canvas, lodged in the gut of atlantis i'm pretend(?), impressive lungs, some truly learn what a death chant is i alone personify mankind's collective soul as the result of one angry zeus fist blistering pulp cult evoked face it, place it on the shelf next to the portrait mommy gave you and the day it rains but y'all pose by the slave ship anyway (how sweet) make it rain 'till the lead be grain my face is a combine of father tom and his sweetest concubine whine, and it saddens me like televised casualties i'll be hung in the village square in exactly five minutes you don't want to miss it i've been soaking up my discontent regarding the equation i'm officially closed for consultation I float when everyone around me's busy drowning, i float when everyone around me's busy drowning, i float when everyone around me's busy drowning, i float