Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold the Cup , by - Aesop Rock. Release date: 18.10.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hold the Cup |
| And the saints come marching in Serpentine regime ordered by response sort of fell this population |
| Caboose humming no fence me in a van with common patriots |
| The parody plastered every red brick in site |
| Where had to keep his plights from ticking |
| I’m slipping my key and whim dim by dirty tap water and that |
| Roach on my ceiling circular fins round a bed of pushpins |
| Let’s connect the thrill of volume to a flat earth |
| J-walkin a hook the past just passed the mere dragon bandwagon passages |
| I’m sorry, we’ve never met, my name is driftwood |
| Thanks friend, good looking, I’ll never see you again |
| Feeding frenzy, catfish stomach, empty oceans |
| Spangled in hooks dangle by anglers off the plank of burning books |
| And if you’re, not gonna eat that |
| Kill joy inherited by spirits lacking harnesses |
| Merchant, Goliath dipped in slip shy posture conceived evening |
| So I feed idea turn sun dial to bastards son adopt the reroute dreaming |
| Oh I’ll ride the plain bow in flare gully yellow rain coat |
| Heard a harp but sunny ways my lifeline searching for the same note |
| Oh please, I know butterfly wings ain’t fit to auction |
| Dig my tossing sturdy walking head hung |
| Skylark litigants strung out like cats straight up participants |
| I am the triant diaries of a low life siphon through that vein |
| Anti-diligence movement, here the hunger habitat |
| Working class trash raped where racist hit their high |
| I spy a toddler on the corner with her bubbles and her dipstick |
| I witness the fusion of her breath and her amusement |
| And it killed me and it stabbed me and it cut me clear open |
| The notion that this child timid in her sins embraced pleasure |
| Within a token of a moment, retless arrested but not a twirp |
| Strip the Bonabo Disclosure, so close yet so much closer |
| I’ll take the hint but still she’s never known cold |
| Call me in twenty when those bubbles explode it’s like that |
| Verse Two: |
| Back to back to back to stacking a brick match |
| With the fact that I’ve sipped the dripping sap tap |
| Casually out the limbs of captivated blends back |
| Tracking the patterns that trim friends to thinning savages |
| Take one down, pass it round among us Lick a tipper drink, drink, drunk, drunk, and drunkest |
| But you quest tore your floorboards and the carpet turned marbles |
| Naw the carpet turned charcoals and made skeletons of warlords |
| Snake charmer, hate farmer, gave you the rations |
| With an eyedropper a poison passions hoist above the masses |
| And interrupts homeostasis seeming flow scapes |
| Like a symmetric snow flake visits and with her symmetry blizzards |
| I’m sleepy, one wing more and I promise to pay homage |
| To those who stand truly deserving and the list ain’t long |
| Sink or swim, ravalor ascension |
| Even birds of our combines float if you let them |
| They’ll be dodging more than quiddles when the bowel breaks |
| Note the affiction slip clip to your little visions into cloud shapes |
| Oh my left hand is a brick layer my right hand is a plow face |
| We build and destroy in response to every sound the crowd makes |
| Sling blanks sprayed it with apathy magic balance |
| On the palette of the almighty for painting the first half of me Honor find it with monster mashing in text casually |
| On the palette of the almighty to paint the second fraction |
| I’m collapsed under the relic rainbow with seven sepriet |
| Succulent aqua marines hide the in by sweetest elixir |
| Star heckler and leaders start gawking at yet another |
| Real conceived green fetus beating parallel sterile fixture |
| Urgent, the serge is like venom and over kill, kill, kill, kill |
| The over spilled theory’s all faucet |
| For real, how many leaves your clover got? |
| Mine’s got eight |
| Three for normalcy one for luck four more so you’ll spot it from space |