Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot Dogs , by - Aesop Rock. Release date: 31.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hot Dogs |
| We’re so excited, we don’t know what to do |
| Because we’re about to reenter the level above humans |
| I couldn’t of had a better life than I’ve had in since 21 years |
| And if it was good here, I know it is going to be good-twice as good when I get |
| up there |
| This isn’t a troubling circumstance, don’t take it as that-it is just a gateway, |
| just a drawing |
| W-What we’re doing is we’re going home |
| We’re going home to those individuals who sent us here to do this task, |
| and this is the happiest and joyous thing that you can… |
| Alright |
| Raised on dirty hot dog water and popcorn butter |
| EPMD tellin' me every popstar a sucker |
| Don’t let him smell the pot stickers, he’ll stick around for supper |
| He’ll stick around for cheese cake, then three days, then the summer |
| Where spiders eat their mothers, where rodents eat their young |
| I’m not here to make sense where there is none, that’s dumb |
| My attitude is ghastly, any gallant tree been going gone |
| I think I’m probably a lot like dating Mola Ram, I should work on that |
| The geezer not a leader I’m a loner |
| Lover, believer, upholder of the under |
| Just not a people person, please forgive me if I’m flustered |
| I’ll save a thousand whales before your grits are even buttered |
| My name is Aesop Rock, I’ve been a mess for my entire life |
| All I know is fight or flight, what the fuck is a silent night? |
| Who the fuck are you to tell me who the fuck you even are |
| This is more than band aids over itsy-bitsy bleeding hearts |
| This is GNR announcing Jesus Christ on lead guitar |
| Finding Heather Hunter still inside your college VCR |
| Mirror mirror on the wall, I feel like a fucking dog |
| Something this depraved is not a product of a loving god |
| Periwinkle Pegasus through rat-infested LEGO bricks |
| Hug his mother briefly, then we’re off to see the exorcist |
| I will not be checking messages |
| Why, should I be? |
| Special is as special does, you aren’t special just because |
| Yes your mother said you was, that’s pretty much what mothers does |
| Someday I might find a pluck to roam the Earth with zero strings |
| Cut the tether float this feather over eastern seaboard winds, forever |
| Like seaboard kings invested in the the froth and fog |
| They’ll talk of his adventuring and call him things like salty dog |
| He freed like a bajillion prisoners from some secret haunted bog |
| Always had an L to puff, never yelled «Get off my lawn!» |
| Full disclosure I don’t even have a lawn |
| If I did I’d probably grow the grass until the house was gone |
| Kick into the town forget the address or the house at all |
| This is how performance art exacerbates an albatross |
| I should maybe shake some hands |
| I should turn the music down |
| Have some people over without asking them to move a couch |
| But, since you’re here I got this awful futon I could do without |
| Should take like two seconds… |