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tumbleweed - billy woods lyrics

[aesop rock]
z-z-z-z, pop go the landscape
belly-up throwing socks at the fan blades
one o’clock, dummy lock eyes with a mickey mouse pancake
pox on his tipping side handshake
slobs in a city-wide campground, translate
tan lions examining how the lamb taste
needs more saffron, lead 4 eyes where his hands ain’t
hand-painted mask on, bad-ssquiat
tap math rock on a harp string
mosh like a sasquatch l.a.r.p.ing
seen amoebas grow to vapid fashionistas
freeing a can of worms mistook for a panacea
see the regulars exude a particular brand of diva
‘til a basic interaction take a local anesthesia to stomach
amnesia beloved, reanimated from the chrysalis
splitting atoms over sh-tty crinkle cuts, lemme guess
another mac the knife with the p-ssion of christ
i would rather be trapped in ice
he flexi with the tech and exit left from the director’s chair
pocket-knife and a box of strike anywheres
might break off from the pack like uncle traveling matt
mail a couple suspicious packages back
but the mission is in front of him
operation tooth and nail
turn troops into boots and belts

[billy woods]
russian roullette relationships
step in the front door guns to your own heads
his & her 44s matching rubber grips
just me & my b-tch/romantic revolvers
she threatened to leave/replied
i’d buy that for a dollar
took a few weeks
but i’m back to rolling ‘em smaller
it’s the little things
the bitter flings
rebounding with the illest springs
icarus aloft on pride’s brittle wings
heavy hand/singapore slings/good man
i appreciate a barkeep who keep my cup on brim
and might perhaps point me towards some trim
eye blinks pan flashes
suddenly the only person in the bar not wearing gl-sses
keeps a flask in hand but for that special someone might p-ss it
the minus man
takes his meals alone close to home two gl-sses cote de rhone
slipped out unnoticed/the tip was decent
nods good evening to policemen p-ssing the precinct
must’ve already made quota
crocodile tears p.w. botha
maybe i shoulda stuck it out instead going home to a sofa
arrived via chauffeur
dipped in a jack-o-lantern arm in arm with a slattern
shot from the hip/excuses in the holster/extended clip
one in the head and i ain’t stop squeezing till i knew it was dead

- billy woods lyrics

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