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Unbelievable Shenanigans
Aesop Rock Hanni El Khatib
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In '86, I had a hamster named Elizabeth
Got her at the mall with that whole Habitrail tube system shit
Cried a month when she escaped captivity all by herself
That winter, mother found her behind the dryer, alive and well
Strangely, I recall that over how and when she died
I'm messagin' my brother now, he said she left a second time
But like for realsies, well, shit, if that don't beg a different take
The triumph ain't the comin' home, it's in the second prison break
It's interestin' what the memory cherry-picks and what it pardons
We're nothin' if not silver linings stuffed into compartments
Like some printer's tray, repurposed for shelvin' your tiny tinctures
That each remind you of a specific time you were injured
Interactin' with the livin', those shiftin' lines of scrimmage
Always situated just behind some hypnotizin' visage
If you're at all susceptible to a finger that beckons
From out a curious portal, make sure you're briefed at the entrance
Identify a thousand different snakes
Turn around, still trust a motherfucker out the gate
The recommended avenue is as he say, not as he do
But as he do, if you annoy yourself with your own ballyhoo
As he do, then people be like, "Wow, you're such a hypocrite"
And I'm like, "Yo, you can't be this completely fuckin' stupid
I hope you suffer horribly
Like, I'm not even a violent person, which makes me a double hypocrite"
Yo, yo, yo, fashion from the '80s, mahi-mahi, fresh from the banana leaf
Deliver the man to Lahaina's banyan tree
Rent me a two-seater that boast an uncommon wheel count
That outta town embarrassment, barrelin' through some speed round
Before cars, how did man express the sentiment
Of needin' to recklessly drive a car through a weather event?
Out the other side, heaven-sent, what a ride
Feathered hair that never relent, summer, summertime
Smell the roses right outside the den of lobos
Who could smell the Polo fanny pack coated in melted Rolos
The trope is play it cool and act like you supposed to be there
But I'm not a cool actor, I do not play, I do declare
Next summer, y'all's panels on my fear of abandonment
Get the force of a thousand one unbelievable shenanigans
Friendly hangs, effortlessly peppered with contentious slang
And extras 'til you playin' 20 questions with interrobangs
What the fuck? How the hell? Who are you?
Is hope even a factor in the forward you are lookin' to?
I ain't throwin' shade, I'm only askin' for this final scene
I don't need that energy around me when I'm findin' peace
6'4, 240, gussied up and camera shy
I'm just tryna eat, but all they see is spotted lantern-fly
Tantrum with the biggest fuckin' baby in the candy aisle
I could not have picked a better day to ra-ra-randomize
Memory, standin' on the edge of the moon
Starin' at a world I'll be leavin' soon
Memory, shrouded by the nights of the past
Racin' down the barrel of an hourglass
Memory, oh, I'm in need of your touch
Leave it at the bottom if you're lookin' up
Memory, waitin' on the edge of the sun
Burnin' every shape that I've become, yeah
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