[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
Under the boardwalk
Half eighth and a half-ate corn dog
Face halfway to P-40 Warhawk
Graze in the gore with the whores and the warthogs
Aged in a basement
Aes count cake in dog years
I'm rich when I’m broke, it's amazing
I'm three-eyed fish in the moat, I’m a joke
I'm a Kilroy pissed in the snow
Most of the extolled folk in his past
Grew up into poser and sociopath
Old portfolios openly dissed
OG morals, Tokyo drift
I's low key miffed
You was trying to get your own pants un-pissed
Yelling "fuck the rich"
Now he down low count dough in a bubble
Spit-shine shoes, throw coats on puddles
In the face of fame I never cuddle with the cancer
I'm patient, age-old bugs in the amber
Bed-head Lazarus, climb out a time warp
No one to impress, what would I comply for?
Hmm, I never ate dinners with pop stars
You wouldn't paint litter on a Bob Ross
New York slobs hop scotch on rock salt
Less 2Pac, more pock marks, mmm
Under the boardwalk
Half eighth and a half-ate corn dog
Face halfway to P-40 Warhawk
Graze in the gore with the whores and the warthogs
Aged in a basement
Aes count cake in dog years
I'm rich when I’m broke, it's amazing
I'm three-eyed fish in the moat, I’m a joke
I'm a Kilroy pissed in the snow
Most of the extolled folk in his past
Grew up into poser and sociopath
Old portfolios openly dissed
OG morals, Tokyo drift
I's low key miffed
You was trying to get your own pants un-pissed
Yelling "fuck the rich"
Now he down low count dough in a bubble
Spit-shine shoes, throw coats on puddles
In the face of fame I never cuddle with the cancer
I'm patient, age-old bugs in the amber
Bed-head Lazarus, climb out a time warp
No one to impress, what would I comply for?
Hmm, I never ate dinners with pop stars
You wouldn't paint litter on a Bob Ross
New York slobs hop scotch on rock salt
Less 2Pac, more pock marks, mmm
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