Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Went Outside Today, artist - Aesop Rock. Album song Hella Personal Film Festival, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
I Went Outside Today |
Yeah, I feel so fly today |
Emerge 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 moving through people like a Peterbilt |
I found where 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 tryna 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 tryna find true moments |
Rick 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 choir can’t |
A modern satellite’s equipped to spy on a fireant |
Which is cool cause them fuckers is dangerous |
I’m tryna learn to face -- FUCK! |
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 of the ugly tree |
Snap, Crack, show him to the closest blooming Onion |
Reclusive Koopas moving out the dungeon into gundam |
Money run along, sleeves up Tero on his upper arm |
Sneak up on 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 stylus 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 off the space bar |
I’m tryna be the first jarred brains on a face card |