I Went Outside Today (feat. Aesop Rock)

[00:08.35] Yeah, I feel so fly today
[00:10.12] Emerged from my very narrow heel-toe hideaway
[00:12.83] My bad, like what people that steal old lighters say
[00:15.81] I told the emperor to get real clothes right away
[00:19.17] I'm focused enough to knit a whole sleeper quilt
[00:22.09] And train tunnels movin' through people like a Peterbilt
[00:25.59] I found what all of my confident voices are
[00:29.19] I'm feeling free 20 pounds on my oyster card
[00:31.82] G'on 'head with my Dwayne Wayne looking ass
[00:34.53] I want a stupid mic stand carved from a wooden staff
[00:38.28] I'm trying to relive days that I couldn't grab
[00:41.15] I looked up what Lena Dunham said and I shouldn't have
[00:45.54] I don't know how I ever faced the odds
[00:48.10] As a child I played grab-ass and shot paper wads
[00:50.99] I matriculated up by the grace of Bob
[00:54.32] Used to licks macrame, cricket and decoupage
[00:58.08] I'm trying to find true moments
[00:59.95] Rick Martel's cologne can blind you Hogan
[01:03.62] The American part of my mind's too swollen
[01:06.31] If I was a font I would hate Times New Roman
[01:10.92] I travel light like a choir can't
[01:13.59] A modern satellite's equipped to spy on a fire ant
[01:16.27] Which is cool 'cause them fuckers is dangerous
[01:19.55] I'm tryna learn to face — FUCK!
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[01:49.94] Yeah, I feel so uppity
[01:51.71] Peter Piper picked the purple stuff before the Sunny D
[01:54.55] Summer pants, all of my receptors up and under siege
[01:58.10] Itchy middle fingers triple lindy out the ugly tree
[02:00.88] Snap, Crack, show him to the closest blooming onion
[02:04.46] Reclusive koopas moving out the dungeons into gundam
[02:07.28] Money run along, sleeves up Tero on his upper arm
[02:10.84] Sneak around a thousand crows peppering the front lawn
[02:14.58] Bite a bat's head off before doors
[02:17.13] I'll forward you the recipe bork bork
[02:20.05] Quarter and draw everything
[02:21.86] Orbit a failing biosphere
[02:23.51] Pioneer of pestilence my stylist is a science fair
[02:26.25] The future primitive is skitching off the pace car
[02:29.85] Rebel yell except for when he whistle by the graveyard
[02:33.03] If I ain't home wiping spittle of the space bar
[02:36.18] I'm trying to be the first jarred brains on a face card
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