Syrup

[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 in pissing rain (pssss)

ASR Schroeder 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 flare

And death stare Plinko and an at risk eco

System, egos over peace, love, and wisdom

Police shooting everything

Media's a fuck show

Religion is a scapegoat for cut-throats

Fuck 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]

Sycophants is on the prowl so I don't need to do laundry

I'll dry myself with paper towels

Can't have a decent conversation with the butcher, baker, or candlestick maker

At least they smoking vapor now

I still am not going to vacate and ain't breaking out

It's such a boring scene

I found more buoyancy in quarantine

Accommodations second rate

At least it's an environment that I can regulate

Like I was Warren G

I got a fan and bucket full of ice cubes

Fuck what's popping on the street

I gotta sweep up mice poo

I waged a war against the spiders and was left with the mosquitoes

But these blood suckers leave a bump

Those blood suckers always want to free-load

Yo, who's that peeking in my key hole trying to keep it on the d-low

Plain and simple, mine's my favorite simple mind

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-ass TV and my house has four of 'em

Some of y'all is cutting the cords I'm adding more of 'em

Fuck foraging, I do the shit 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 death

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-mates

Hella spies still sitting here, so watch me rotate

Outside is full of processed sugar and 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