Aesop Rock - Syrup lyrics

[Verse 1 - Aesop Rock:] The dirty dishes are becoming self-aware Even the roaches like "I wouldn't raise my children here" Simple syrup in his veins, dirty nails, lizard brain Eyes wide, spine like a saltlick a pissing rain (pssss) ASR Schroder split the rent with ghosts and bacterial cultures Might track poltergeists prints through his Folgers (gross) Home is where the unholy sojourn Dead sea bath tub Never mind his welfare Party at the penthouse; carpeted in pet hair Fridge full of black deli meat and dead air Sill prefer it to the overbearing lens flair And d**h stare at Plinko and an at risk ego System, egos over peace, love and wisdom Police shooting everything Media's a f** show Religion is a scapegoat for cut-throats f** no [Hook 1 - Aesop Rock:] I ain't going out there, man I don't trust no one out there, man You don't even know what's out there, man Man [Verse 2 - Homeboy Sandman:] Sick of fancies on the prowl So I don't need to do laundry I'll dry myself in paper towels Can't have a decent conversation with the butcher, baker or candlestick maker At least they smoking vapor now Still a lot going vacate and ain't breaking out It's such a boring scene I found my buoyancy in quarantine Accommodations second rate At least it's an environment that I can regulate Like I was Warren G I got a phantom pocket full of ice cubes f** what's popping on the street I gotta sweep up mice poo I waged a war against the spiders and what's left of them mosquitoes But these blood s**ers leave a bump Those blood s**ers always want to free-load Yo, who's that peeking in my key hole trying to keep it on the d-low Playing simple minds, my favorite simple minds So I'm closing all the windows and I'm shutting all the blinds [Hook 2 - Homeboy Sandman:] I ain't goin' out there, son I don't trust no one out there, son I don't even know what's out there, son Son [Verse 3 - Open Mike Eagle:] Yo, I got a big-a** TV and my house has four of 'em Some of y'all is cutting the cords or mad more of 'em f** foraging, I do the sh** that I can sit and do Maybe in the future we can fly by a living room Or order from Grub Hub but it ain't no pasta left Outside is where my distant cousins get shot to d**h Plus I'm very broke, I ain't even got a buck for the ferry boat If something dope happens throw it on periscope A meerkat? Seen it. I ain't trying to hear that I'm planted in my zone because home is where it's weird at Anything I want I locate with little to no wait Through a vast network of homies that work for post-rates Hella spies still sitting here, so watch me rotate Outsiders for the prize says "sugar in traffic jams" Device charged, apps in hand, I'm a handy-man If you want to give me some energy come and visit me [Hook 3 - Open Mike Eagle:] Because I ain't goin' out there, fam I don't trust no one out there, fam I don't even know what's out there, fam Damn