Aesop Rock - The Four Winds (Official Audio)

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Song Credits:
Written & Produced By Aesop Rock
Additional Instrumentation By Grimace Federation

Lyrics:
I never don’t float with the four winds, sweat cold, piss warm, make war films, no doors on the forcefield, radio ahead, I log any palpitation of the web, whether aphid or angel of death, entertainment or threat, by the end you’re a savory crepe, models that mar every orbit and corner, it’s horrid, there’s more exhibition than voyeur, oh boy, cold dawn mist incarnate, everyday I wake up in a different carcass, if I climb out quiet I’m myth before tea, I see no need to initial the tree, I seem to have run out of skin on my teeth, I look like I feel like a fish in a beak, I look like a dick in my picture ID, but also the pic isn’t me, huh

Sideways rain that chew the zoo up, OK losing a shoe in the mud, sideways rain that chew the roof through, home by 12 o’clock in 2 shoes 

If he cultivate the grit that make a foal deface the brick, that make a bolt escape the fist, some days on the road to make, he miss, and make the whole of the probe equate to piss, blood rain, I’m a phase of the forecast, storm though space like a blade through stored fat, graze over the gate in the gore-fest, ain’t really play to the neighborly format, great, baited adventuring out of his norm is a lesson in mapping the doors, anything more in the lap of the gods, anything less an imbalance ignored, seems like even the rag tag grab bag raise eyebrows when your rat pack, “quack quack”, Spitfires that kiss the pitch dark, he rows a big oar, he spins a grim yarn 

The one with the red cross sprayed on the door and a mountain of mail on the porch, the one with the pit trap cloaked in the grass and a thick black smoke from the cracks, the one with the werewolf chained to a tree and a circle of flames at your feet, the one with the ominous regional lore, why which one’s yours? Ignore that, don’t care, toast the march of uncombed hair, it came from beyond the red coals and road flares, XO, bring his own moat to the social, I’m so standoffish, nobody's host cell, don’t, just just just just don’t, pulled to the flames while pushed to the rope, I get the hooks in, I hold the helm down, I stand the hell up, I see myself out 

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