Waiting Around

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]

Uh

A hundred hours of balsam and cedar

Await who follow the leader, who ain't just follow procedure, I'm saying

I'm saying I was called to the ether, via receiver

Not a piece of me is drawn to the theater

I was drawin' and painting, recording songs in my bedroom

Stuff I could never have conjured inside some alternate venue

When you was all in together, I wasn't comfortable ever

And ultimately my value became the sum of these demos

They're like my sons and my daughters

Even the ones that were lemons

Even the hundreds of sketches that ushered nothin' but messes

When you was asking bout touring, I get the crux of the question

It's just the bulk of the answer is of another dimension

If I close my eyes and think of reconstructing a essence that isn't functional at present, I can't fuck with the premise

It's like the act itself would almost undercut the intention

If I show up for attendance, I'm just unplugging the message

Tell me somethin, what's a sheep when everyone is a shepherd?

Or better yet, what's a student who ain't rough around the edges?

Using music to confront the gunk that's gumming up his engines

I ain't judging, I ain't nothing if not buffing out a blemish or ten

I'm really not some fish out of water as I don't practice a discipline you could fit on a altar

It just don't figure in at all to what the vision involved

Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not another brick in the wall

Yeah

[Chorus]

Waitin' around

Waitin' around

Molded all my idle time and gave it purpose

Waitin' around

Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill

Waitin' around

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[Verse 2: billy woods]

In Bruges with time to kill, but time musta knew and holed up somewhere it didn't have to move

My room had a view, safe fulla Euros, I miss having nothing to lose

Twenty-two, wanderin' Amsterdam, twenty-two hundred in my shoe

Jay-Z in the Discman, two grams in the 'wood, toss it in the canal if it starts to canoe

Cannonball Run, now it's barely a splash in the hotel pool

The night's young, I sit in the corner and watch her move, spinning like vinyl

Jumping out the groove, grassy gin winning over sweet vermouth

Framboise, ginger root, mussels and pomme frites

Confit leeks, feast like Kongi's Harvest

An expatriate heard me speak American

5'3", thick as congee, porridge

Took a seat, immediately smelled weed

We smoked outside in the darkness of the eaves, jaundiced moon

She had perfect teeth, Purple Haze had your boy like, "Come Home With Me"

She kissed my cheek, Diplomacy

I walked cobblestone streets alone, old testament stoned

Old poems just out of reach

Congolese concierge fast asleep

Big, lonely suite

From the tiny balcony, I watched my planes leave

[Chorus]

Waitin' around

Waitin' around

Molded all my idle time and gave it purpose

Waitin' around

Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill

Waitin' around

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