Lazy Eye - Aesop Rock

My spirit animal comes with a pretzel bun

Troll of the treadmill

Record on the Kessel Run (allegedly)

Edgy from elevenses to Megabucks

Techies with the treble down

This is how we level up

Dead meat, time travel, pressure, and disease

As ushered out of two fingers pecking at the keys

The coping mechanism in his LMNOP’s

Went from healthy to unhealthy to a hell he never leaves

Cineplex Jesus, curse at the curly fries

Mulling over Chuck D telling me, «Diversify»

I’m at the Supercuts soupin' up the wardrobe

Forecast looking like Ganesh on four phones

«Hello, hello, hello, hello»

Base camp, space camp

Bass in your face fuck, brace for the rain dance

Back in the back of the classroom

After a magical nap in a vacuum

Act natural, whatever that means for you

Whatever that means for you

Whatever that means for you

(Superfresh)

Before climbing douchebag mountain, I was skate or die

Started eating kale and came to terms with my lazy eye

Putting on the yoga lady, cutting off The Cable Guy

Whistle while you’re waiting for your condition to stabilize

AV cables everywhere, every piece of vinyl scratched

Mentholated Tiger Balm, Aleve with the arthritis cap

Irons and the niacin, iron Quiet Riot mask

Unabashed privacy expanding into simulcast

40 winks, never the same adventure

Refreshing, or the single longest exorcism ever

In the end, you gotta wonder if it’s even worth the effort

No stairways into Heaven, you can step into the Escher

Some people have mistaken my allegiance for a weakness

It fucked me up for eons, I wished I was a theist

The type to fake his death then forget he faked his death

Show up on TV, in the crowd at the AVNs, like…

(Hey peace Aesop uh It’s Chuck D

Yo man, you keep doin' what you’re doin' man

Keep rhymin' through those walls, alright?)

Sometimes I feel my heart putrefying inside my body

From diary of dark to piety in the Ponzi

On my better days they mingle and walk off into the poppy

On my worst, the work is overshadowed by the monte

Had to buy some clothes that fit me

And pretend I like agave

With a promise to his congress not to compromise the motley in him

Maybe I should kinda sorta move to Mars

I’m feeling kinda done, too many moving parts

The piss-poor vision is 40 percent floaters

The kitchen is a chorus of glorious leftovers

The friends you confessed all the dark shit to

Had weaponized the information before we could send roses

And they want a little pearl on how he got to where he at

I can’t remember where I am, I feel it’s probably a trap

Balk with the lawless, cough in his notes

Walk on even when the walls hug his coat

Act natural, whatever that means for you

Whatever that means for you

Whatever that means for you

(Superfresh)