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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aesop Rock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Womack
Composer
Ian Bavitz
Songwriter
Tony Simon
Songwriter
Harold Payne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blockhead
Producer
Cryptic
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
Put one up for Shackle Me Not, clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel, I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers' lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick, poking your patience (Poking your patience)
Y'all catch a thirty second flash visual
Dirty cooperative med platoon
Bloom, head trip split ridiculous
Fathom the splicing of first generation fuck-up
With trickle-down, anti-hero smack (Kraken!)
I pace my game for zero-hour completion cretin (Splash)
Duke of early retirement picket dream
American Nightmare hogging the screen
"I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
If you'd stop following me 'round the jungle gym"
Now it's honor, and I spell it with the H I stole from heritage
Merit crutched on the wretched refuse
From my teeming resonance
I promise, tempest tossed breed with a bleeding conscience
See, the creed accents responsive
But my spores divorced the wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow) Yeah, the settlers laugh
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags to rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs (You won't be laughing)
Then I'll hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot 'em and forgot 'em
His origami dream is beautiful
But man, those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
Slacker-bound intimate tabloid headline with a pulse
Shimmy cross the centerfold, enter dead time engulfed
Divvy crumbs for the better souls
With seven deadly stains, adhere the blame to crystal conscience
The result's a lowlife countin' on one hand what he's accomplished
(Okay) Link me to activism chain activate street sweep
Plug deteriorating cenobite pendragon
I hock spores coursed for the morbid
Spreading of mad men (Alley gospel)
Sinking your Lincoln-Log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could, zig-zag and zig 'em again
For the badge dreams sparkle in my brick wall windows
Another thick installment of one night in Gotham
Without the wretched "Houston, we have a problem"
Attached to the festive batch of city goblins
Who split holiday freaks on a box cut cinema high road bellow
Head gripped, watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Where all fiddler crabs congregate
And get pampered for bickering
Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman
You only call her a bitch 'cause she won't let you get that pussy
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests (Nope)
Or maybe you're just an asshole
Who couldn't sweet talk the princess
Kiss the speaker wire Peter pacifism pegging threshold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black upon vigils
Here to Duck Hunt ticker tape vision and pick apart the pixels (Pick apart the pixels)
I got a friend of polar nature, and it's all peace
You and I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
Metal Captain, this cat is askin' if I've seen his bit of lost passion
I told him, "Yeah" But only when I pedaled past him
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way (My way)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
(Yes, yes y'all)
(And you don't stop, keep on, 'til the break of dawn)
Written by: Bobby Womack, Harold Payne, Ian Bavitz, Tony Simon