Paroles Unbelievable shenanigans Aesop Rock

Unbelievable shenanigans

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 messaging 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 coming home, it's in the second prison break
It's interesting what the memory cherry picks and what it pardons
We're nothing if not silver linings stuffed into compartments
Like some printer's tray, repurposed for shelving your tiny tinctures
That each remind you of a specific time you were injured
Interacting with the living, those shifting lines of scrimmage
Always situated just behind some hypnotizing 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 fucking 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, barreling through some speed round
Before cars, how did man express the sentiment
Of needing 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'alls panels on my fear of abandonment
Get the force of a thousand one unbelievable shenanigans
Friendly hangs, effortlessly peppered with contentious slang
And extras, till you playing twenty questions with interrobangs
What the fuck? How the hell? Who are you?
Is hope even a factor in the forward you are looking to?
I ain't throwing shade, I'm only asking for this final scene
I don't need that energy around me when I'm finding peace
6'4, 240, gussied up and camera shy
I'm just trying to eat, but all they see is spotted lantern-fly
Tantrum with the biggest fucking baby in the candy aisle
I could not have picked a better day to r-r-randomize

Memory, standing on the edge of The Moon
Staring at a world I'll be leaving soon
Memory, shrouded by the nights of the past
Racing down the barrel of an hourglass
Memory, oh, I'm need of your touch
Leave it at the bottom if you're looking up
Memory, waiting on the edge of the sun
Burning every shape that I've become
Yeah