Syrup Lyrics - Aesop Rock

[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 a 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 

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[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 

Photos 

[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 or mad 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-rates 

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 

Damn