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Aesop Rock - Float lyrics
So I heard y'all wanna float...
 Yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing 
 With a shoestring
 Prime directive selects reflective 
 Aviation bathed in mood swing
 I'm broke; I know a walking corpse 
 That spit icicle dagger to slit throat
 Quicker than you can prove 
 There's four letters in hope (h...o...p...e)
 I paint a portrait of myself, 
 Bored life inside the tortoise shell
 Tortured, orbiting Hell's orchid, 
 Intrigued but not compelled
 I smell a hint of charred child flesh 
 Sweeping through my corridor
 More than one canteen, 
 A liquid caffeine 
 And eclipse the slaughters now ? 
 Is the villain of my Kabuki hologram
 As I hobble with hollow hands, 
 Please pin the nozzle
 We see intent to reinvent dream application 
 With homage to ancients
 But honor modern replacements 
 Circling now basics, fresh
 I'm Bilbo Baggins, 
 With stilts tippin' the peatree dish
 Beached fish on the shores 
 With a feast of wits eats the corpse
 Divy the servings and study the traits 
 That deemed killer breed credible
 That's a harp of a different color, 
 Yeah, but the song remains identical
 I am not a crook (crook)Aesop Rock - Float - http://motolyrics.com/aesop-rock/float-lyrics.html
 I cook the wick at both ends just to blend 
 That element of chance with my 
 Tight rope leaf life, sight beyond, 
 I reign where hunger pain got begone
 Belong to something civil saint 
 'Cause this Rembrandt paints on
 And it's a tall canvas, 
 Lodged in the gut of Atlantis
 I'm pretend, 
 Impressive lungs, 
 Some truly learn what a death chant is
 I alone personify mankind's collective soul
 As the result of one angry Zeus fist 
 Blistering pulp cult evoked
 Face it, place it on the shelf 
 Next to the portrait Mommy gave you
 And the day it rains but y'all pose 
 By the slave ship anyway (how sweet)
 Make it rain 'till the lead be grain
 My face is a combine of Father Tom 
 And his sweetest concubine
 Whine, and it saddens me 
 Like televised casualties
 I'll be hung in the village square 
 In exactly five minutes
 You don't want to miss it
 I've been soaking up my discontent 
 Regarding the equation
 I'm officially closed for consultation
 I float
 When everyone around me's busy drowning, I float
 When everyone around me's busy drowning, I float
 When everyone around me's busy drowning, I float














