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[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 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 flare
And death stare Plinko and an at risk ego
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

[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

[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
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

Text přidal Radek_Wade

Video přidal Radek_Wade

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