[Verse: Aesop Rock]
In '86 I had a hamster named Elizabeth
Got her at the mall with that whole habit trail tube system shit
Cried a month when she escaped captivity all by herself
That winter, mother found her behind the dryer alive and well
Strangely I recall that over how and when she died
I'm messaging my brother now he said she left a second time
But like for realsies
Well, shit if that don't beg a differеnt take
The triumph ain't the coming homе, it's in the second prison break
It's interesting what the memory cherry picks and what it pardons
We're nothing if not silver lining stuffed into compartments
Like some printers tray repurposed for shelving your tiny tinctures
That each remind you of a specific time you were injured
Interacting with the living, though shifting lines a scrimmage
Always situated just behind some hypnotizing visage
If you're at all susceptible to a finger that beckons
From out a curious portal, make sure you're briefed at the entrance
Identify a thousand different snakes
Turn around, still trust the motherfucker out the gate
The recommended avenue is as he say, not as he do
But as he do, if you annoy yourself with your own ballyhoo as he do
Then people be like "Wow, you're such a hypocrite"
And I'm like "Yo, you can't be this completely fuckin' stupid
I hope you suffer horribly, like I'm not even a violent person, which makes me a double hypocrite"
Yo yo yo
Fashion from the 80's, mahi mahi fresh from the banana leaf
Deliver the man a Lahainan's banyan tree
Rent me a two-seater that boasts an uncommon wheel count
That out of town embarrassment, barreling through some speed round
Before cars how did man express the sentiment
Of needing to recklessly drive a car through a weather event
Out the other side, heaven-sent, what a ride
Feathered hair that never relent, summer summer time
Smell the roses right outside the den of lobos
Who could smell the Polo fanny pack coated in melted Rolo's
The trope is play it cool and act like you supposed to be there
But I'm not a cool actor, I do not play I do declare
Next summer y'all's panels on my fear of abandonment
Get the force of a-thousand-one unbelievable shenanigans
Friendly hangs effortlessly peppered with contentious slang
And extras 'til you playing 20 Questions with interrobangs
What the fuck, how the hell, who are you
Is hope even a factor in a forward you are looking to
I ain't throwing shade, I'm only asking for this final scene
I don't need that energy around me when I'm finding peace
6'4", 240, gussied up and camera-shy
I'm just trynna eat, but all they see is spotted lanternfly
Tantrum with the biggest fucking baby in the candy aisle
I cannot have picked a better day to r-r-randomize
[Outro: Hanni El Khatib]
Memory, standing on the edge of the moon
Staring at a world I'll be leaving soon
Memory, trynna find it next to the past
Gazing down the barrel of an hourglass
Memory, oh I'm in need of your touch
Even at the bottom if you're looking up
Memory, waiting on the edge of the sun
Burning in the shape that I've become
(Yeah)
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