Aesop Rock & Blockhead - Flamingo Pink lyrics

[Verse 1] The rope goes over the wall Or the controller born to hold a stethoscope to a vault Wooly willy, peel off in a barrel over the falls And down river by the time they radio for the dogs I crossed heart, can't tell a bad day from a death wish Detour through the graveyard with a chef's kiss They don't make a pill for that, it's too advanced All you can do is lick your wounds and whistle past the boogie mans Wicked forces in the wings descending on the simple things Like taffy at the boardwalk under ribbons of flamingo pink Which mutates into ovеrcrowded Plinko on a laser grid Havens turn dangеrous, friendly faces, traitorous, ayy I'm never late, I'm never early ever, right when I'm meant to To counteract the evil that men do I'm a motherfu*kin' gem in the refuse Even when the world's ending, what the F is your excuse? Don't get brave around the cave mouth Get chased, ain't no lollipop on the way out I'm way out, the way of the walk is a different discipline It's difficult, ten thousand hours get you to guinea pig Dirtbag daddy, snatch a lackey off a chessboard Hack up any edgelord, plastic wrap death's door Ten-four, half-wit, I ain't your good buddy I can, however, be bought with a blue slushie [Chorus] Good goddamn, good goddamn Every idol I ever met is a conman Good God, good God, good goddamn Gotta hopscotch hot pan to hot pan Good God Good God Good God [Verse 2] I grew up over seven plies of maple wood that chew up new terrain You laughing because I'm different, I'm laughing 'cause you the same I been discovering a distant corner of the human brain Whose function is to see you rue the day that you rebuke the name Don't do it, social cues bouncing off his open wounds Folk are on some, "Oh, hello," I'm on some hocus pocus, poof Holy moly, motion blur from bloke to Canis Lupus By the fifth frame of the photo booth Show that to your focus group You can not domesticate the modern vigilante Who increasingly identifies as energy expanding My pat on the back is a little Edward Scissorshands-y Come and send it with the cleverest to never stick the landing Tomb raider, screwface under the gauze Y'all should giddy up or get your city covered in salt, yeah I am dumb enough to run through a wall Build another one and run through it too, what is he on? Electric green smoothies and bean water from Vietnam Orchids in the air and over forty years of beat the clock We will not be keeping calm We will turn barbarians to Carrie at the senior prom Meet us in the creeping fog I know you weebles wobble, but never completely topple Even more reason for me to see you obscenely remodeled Let's get your body walloped into Braque or P. Picasso You ain't the person you let your believers think they follow [Chorus] Good goddamn, good goddamn Every idol I ever met is a conman Good God, good God, good goddamn Gotta hopscotch hot pan to hot pan Good God Good God Good God