歌曲 | Getaway Car |
歌手 | Aesop Rock |
专辑 | None Shall Pass |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Breeze Brewin | |
Yo, I'll send this to all of my corporate corpses | |
Trying to abort the thoughts, coming out wilin' | |
Time to off the office, | |
I was surely sort of twisted | |
Worked at a tv studio, an audio assistant | |
Easy, do my duty, though at times was in a 'me' mood | |
Hot I gotta be cool | |
I was on the brink of fiends truth | |
Livin in the green room | |
Made a brother the same color but beyond neon | |
Pushing me to peon | |
Barking at dreams to be gone | |
Tending to the talent and many they haven't any | |
Was especially a challenge | |
When you be like | |
God damnit | |
Can he lift his vocal | |
As he's cuffing it, how my mic sound? | |
Thinking on the low, it's perfect when he put the mic down | |
Clown stand steady, willing wanting subservient | |
Sound man blurting in thinking | |
I'd ****ing murder themsteaming when | |
I'm watching duke | |
Scheming on some hot pursuit | |
Gotta win as these cats be modelin' what not to do | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
Six in the morning and the walls close in | |
High noon calls and the walls own him | |
Kings at the ready now the walls won't win | |
Aesop Rock | |
Storms on the harbor, like a harbinger of bore | |
Gore's my harbinger, pardon the art of war | |
Get your door's darkened by the house of card carpenters | |
Who never thought a slave could be a | |
Spartacus or | |
Pencil sharpener with a resume for the carnivores | |
Take important conference calls | |
In corner office walls | |
Stealin buckets | |
A bunch of these punch numbers | |
Five punch just say no to company functions | |
And I duck into the dungeons | |
Nothing says kill it | |
Like a day of pinching paperclips and staplers for the privilege | |
Two lives, one is chores for whores | |
One is where | |
I wanna be when you begin regretting yours | |
And I'm boredom with a large coffee | |
Tardy every morning | |
To a man who authority beyond what it was for | |
How you gonna pay the rent?day job great | |
Make rap records matter fact thanks! | |
Peace!In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
Six in the morning and the walls close in | |
High noon calls and the walls own him | |
Kings at the ready now the walls won't win | |
CageIn a hospital gown day off from being tied down in recreation | |
Swinging a paddle at mental patients | |
Raping the competition to smother the pain and sin, | |
So he pound you out in table tennis like | |
Wang Liqin | |
Too strange within just to stop | |
Demented interaction sleep and thoughts documented | |
He's lingering insane paint thinner in his vein | |
Colors blown out around the doctors finger in his brain | |
With a needle unable to beat him in a fetal position | |
He crafted a path to escape his condition | |
Would cling to the white walls the psych halls | |
In his mind soon bled the words he would speak to the world in time, | |
But not before more injections strapped to the bed | |
Until the psycho-tropics took hold of the rap in his head | |
When his wrists released, he wrote tunes you could snoop through | |
Day of release said, "Depart from me, I never knew you." | |
I'm leaving… |
Breeze Brewin | |
Yo, I' ll send this to all of my corporate corpses | |
Trying to abort the thoughts, coming out wilin' | |
Time to off the office, | |
I was surely sort of twisted | |
Worked at a tv studio, an audio assistant | |
Easy, do my duty, though at times was in a ' me' mood | |
Hot I gotta be cool | |
I was on the brink of fiends truth | |
Livin in the green room | |
Made a brother the same color but beyond neon | |
Pushing me to peon | |
Barking at dreams to be gone | |
Tending to the talent and many they haven' t any | |
Was especially a challenge | |
When you be like | |
God damnit | |
Can he lift his vocal | |
As he' s cuffing it, how my mic sound? | |
Thinking on the low, it' s perfect when he put the mic down | |
Clown stand steady, willing wanting subservient | |
Sound man blurting in thinking | |
I' d ing murder themsteaming when | |
I' m watching duke | |
Scheming on some hot pursuit | |
Gotta win as these cats be modelin' what not to do | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
Six in the morning and the walls close in | |
High noon calls and the walls own him | |
Kings at the ready now the walls won' t win | |
Aesop Rock | |
Storms on the harbor, like a harbinger of bore | |
Gore' s my harbinger, pardon the art of war | |
Get your door' s darkened by the house of card carpenters | |
Who never thought a slave could be a | |
Spartacus or | |
Pencil sharpener with a resume for the carnivores | |
Take important conference calls | |
In corner office walls | |
Stealin buckets | |
A bunch of these punch numbers | |
Five punch just say no to company functions | |
And I duck into the dungeons | |
Nothing says kill it | |
Like a day of pinching paperclips and staplers for the privilege | |
Two lives, one is chores for whores | |
One is where | |
I wanna be when you begin regretting yours | |
And I' m boredom with a large coffee | |
Tardy every morning | |
To a man who authority beyond what it was for | |
How you gonna pay the rent? day job great | |
Make rap records matter fact thanks! | |
Peace! In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
Six in the morning and the walls close in | |
High noon calls and the walls own him | |
Kings at the ready now the walls won' t win | |
CageIn a hospital gown day off from being tied down in recreation | |
Swinging a paddle at mental patients | |
Raping the competition to smother the pain and sin, | |
So he pound you out in table tennis like | |
Wang Liqin | |
Too strange within just to stop | |
Demented interaction sleep and thoughts documented | |
He' s lingering insane paint thinner in his vein | |
Colors blown out around the doctors finger in his brain | |
With a needle unable to beat him in a fetal position | |
He crafted a path to escape his condition | |
Would cling to the white walls the psych halls | |
In his mind soon bled the words he would speak to the world in time, | |
But not before more injections strapped to the bed | |
Until the psychotropics took hold of the rap in his head | |
When his wrists released, he wrote tunes you could snoop through | |
Day of release said, " Depart from me, I never knew you." | |
I' m leaving |
Breeze Brewin | |
Yo, I' ll send this to all of my corporate corpses | |
Trying to abort the thoughts, coming out wilin' | |
Time to off the office, | |
I was surely sort of twisted | |
Worked at a tv studio, an audio assistant | |
Easy, do my duty, though at times was in a ' me' mood | |
Hot I gotta be cool | |
I was on the brink of fiends truth | |
Livin in the green room | |
Made a brother the same color but beyond neon | |
Pushing me to peon | |
Barking at dreams to be gone | |
Tending to the talent and many they haven' t any | |
Was especially a challenge | |
When you be like | |
God damnit | |
Can he lift his vocal | |
As he' s cuffing it, how my mic sound? | |
Thinking on the low, it' s perfect when he put the mic down | |
Clown stand steady, willing wanting subservient | |
Sound man blurting in thinking | |
I' d ing murder themsteaming when | |
I' m watching duke | |
Scheming on some hot pursuit | |
Gotta win as these cats be modelin' what not to do | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
Six in the morning and the walls close in | |
High noon calls and the walls own him | |
Kings at the ready now the walls won' t win | |
Aesop Rock | |
Storms on the harbor, like a harbinger of bore | |
Gore' s my harbinger, pardon the art of war | |
Get your door' s darkened by the house of card carpenters | |
Who never thought a slave could be a | |
Spartacus or | |
Pencil sharpener with a resume for the carnivores | |
Take important conference calls | |
In corner office walls | |
Stealin buckets | |
A bunch of these punch numbers | |
Five punch just say no to company functions | |
And I duck into the dungeons | |
Nothing says kill it | |
Like a day of pinching paperclips and staplers for the privilege | |
Two lives, one is chores for whores | |
One is where | |
I wanna be when you begin regretting yours | |
And I' m boredom with a large coffee | |
Tardy every morning | |
To a man who authority beyond what it was for | |
How you gonna pay the rent? day job great | |
Make rap records matter fact thanks! | |
Peace! In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car | |
In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
Six in the morning and the walls close in | |
High noon calls and the walls own him | |
Kings at the ready now the walls won' t win | |
CageIn a hospital gown day off from being tied down in recreation | |
Swinging a paddle at mental patients | |
Raping the competition to smother the pain and sin, | |
So he pound you out in table tennis like | |
Wang Liqin | |
Too strange within just to stop | |
Demented interaction sleep and thoughts documented | |
He' s lingering insane paint thinner in his vein | |
Colors blown out around the doctors finger in his brain | |
With a needle unable to beat him in a fetal position | |
He crafted a path to escape his condition | |
Would cling to the white walls the psych halls | |
In his mind soon bled the words he would speak to the world in time, | |
But not before more injections strapped to the bed | |
Until the psychotropics took hold of the rap in his head | |
When his wrists released, he wrote tunes you could snoop through | |
Day of release said, " Depart from me, I never knew you." | |
I' m leaving |