[Hook]:[Rob Sonic]
In a pinto, nose on the window
We don't really know which way the wind blow
At the state fair on a stuffed reindeer
We don't really know why we came here
At the drive in checking if it's live-ing
We don't really know where ghetto life is
At the train show looking at the lameos
We don't know we're in the same boat
[verse one] Aesop Rock
I dip dive skinned alive
Pinned open
Split wide petting to a piggy Chicanoses
Chicky-chicky scattering of what divine terror
Prime of the dilemma I am the chimera
My world slam mans start the gambing bam bam
Hands of a bandaid
Temperament a ran man
Diseluision with chewing your mans mans mans
Behind doors your floor you give 10 slams
I was in a scramble postering along side boogeymen
Green teeth chewing on his hoodie strings
Maybe a wilder child than I should have been - probably
A mannerism born of Christmas Shopping at the dollar tree
Acting poorly get sorted behind a jolly beat
Promised land blue collar hopping off the hollow plants
Where the blood from a stone are atop anone a olive branch
Hail Mary mallon do the monster mash!
[Hook]:[Rob Sonic]
In a pinto, nose on the window
We don't really know which way the wind blow
At the state fair on a stuffed reindeer
We don't really know why we came here
At the drive in checking if it's live-ing
We don't really know where ghetto life is
At the train show looking at the lameos
We don't know we're in the same boat
Hail Mary Mallon - King Cone Lyrics
Hail Mary Mallon - King Cone Lyrics
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[Hook]:[Rob Sonic]
In a pinto, nose on the window
We don't really know which way the wind blow
At the state fair on a stuffed reindeer
We don't really know why we came here
At the drive in checking if it's live-ing
We don't really know where ghetto life is
At the train show looking at the lameos
We don't know we're in the same boat
[verse one] Aesop Rock
I dip dive skinned alive
Pinned open
Split wide petting to a piggy Chicanoses
Chicky-chicky scattering of what divine terror
Prime of the dilemma I am the chimera
My world slam mans start the gambing bam bam
Hands of a bandaid
Temperament a ran man
Diseluision with chewing your mans mans mans
Behind doors your floor you give 10 slams
I was in a scramble postering along side boogeymen
Green teeth chewing on his hoodie strings
Maybe a wilder child than I should have been - probably
A mannerism born of Christmas Shopping at the dollar tree
Acting poorly get sorted behind a jolly beat
Promised land blue collar hopping off the hollow plants
Where the blood from a stone are atop anone a olive branch
Hail Mary mallon do the monster mash!
[Hook]:[Rob Sonic]
In a pinto, nose on the window
We don't really know which way the wind blow
At the state fair on a stuffed reindeer
We don't really know why we came here
At the drive in checking if it's live-ing
We don't really know where ghetto life is
At the train show looking at the lameos
We don't know we're in the same boat
In a pinto, nose on the window
We don't really know which way the wind blow
At the state fair on a stuffed reindeer
We don't really know why we came here
At the drive in checking if it's live-ing
We don't really know where ghetto life is
At the train show looking at the lameos
We don't know we're in the same boat
[verse one] Aesop Rock
I dip dive skinned alive
Pinned open
Split wide petting to a piggy Chicanoses
Chicky-chicky scattering of what divine terror
Prime of the dilemma I am the chimera
My world slam mans start the gambing bam bam
Hands of a bandaid
Temperament a ran man
Diseluision with chewing your mans mans mans
Behind doors your floor you give 10 slams
I was in a scramble postering along side boogeymen
Green teeth chewing on his hoodie strings
Maybe a wilder child than I should have been - probably
A mannerism born of Christmas Shopping at the dollar tree
Acting poorly get sorted behind a jolly beat
Promised land blue collar hopping off the hollow plants
Where the blood from a stone are atop anone a olive branch
Hail Mary mallon do the monster mash!
[Hook]:[Rob Sonic]
In a pinto, nose on the window
We don't really know which way the wind blow
At the state fair on a stuffed reindeer
We don't really know why we came here
At the drive in checking if it's live-ing
We don't really know where ghetto life is
At the train show looking at the lameos
We don't know we're in the same boat