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Song «Rings» von Aesop Rock.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2016 02 17 (Digital), 2016 04 29 (Album)
Label: Rhymesayers Entertainment, Rhymesayers Entertainment RSE 213
Songwriter Ian Bavitz
Produktion: Aesop Rock
Genre: Hip-Hop - Underground-Hip-Hop

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Aesop Rock
Ian Bavitz
Aesop Rock

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[Verse 1] Used to draw Hard to admit that I used to draw Portraiture and the human form Doodle of a two-headed unicorn—it was soothing Movin' his arm in a fusion of man-made tools and a muse from beyond Even if it went beautifully wrong It was tangible truth for a youth who refused to belong No name nuisance, stews in a bedroom Oozing a brand-new cuneiform Barely commune with the horde Got a whole grayscale ungluing his world Might zone out to the yap of the magpie Unseen hand dragging his graphite Cross contour, little bit of backlight Black ink after a Bristol to baptize You can't imagine the rush that ensue When you get three dimensions stuffed into two Then it's off to a school where it's all that you do Being trained and observed by a capable few Back in New York, five peeps and a dog In a two-bedroom, doing menial jobs Plus, rhymin' and stealin' and being a clod Distractions free to maraud I left some years a deer in the light I left some will to spirit away I let my fears materialize I let my skills deteriorate Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing A mission that was rooted in a twenty-year affinity In rickety condition with an ID crisis Nap on the front lawn, look up in the sky, it's… [Hook] Shapes falling out of the fringe All heart, though we would've made cowardly kings They will chop you down just to count your rings Just to count your rings, just to count your rings And there were colors pouring out of the fringe All heart, though we would've made cowardly kings They will chop you down just to count your rings Just to count your rings, just to count your rings [Verse 2] Used to paint Hard to admit that I used to paint Natural light on a human face Stenciled fire on his roommate's bass It was blooming addiction Amiss in the pushing of pigment Book like a tattooed pigskin, look Pinhead kids of the minute Drank Kool-Aid from a tube of acrylic And it grew up into linseed oil over linen Joy to the poison, voice of the resin Capture a map of the gesture Back up, add a little accurate fat to the figure Redo that, move that inward Zinc white lightning shoots from his fingers Studio strewn with illusion and tinctures Stay tuned for the spooky adventures You can't imagine the stars that align When a forearm starts foreshortening right Or a torso hung on a warping spine In proportion reads as warm and alive Routine day with a dirt cheap brush Then a week goes by and it goes untouched Then two, then three, then a month And the rest of your life, you beat yourself up I left some seasons eager to fall I left some work to bury alive I let my means of being dissolve I let my person curl up and die Eating up his innards, an unfeasible anxiety Has brutally committed to relinquishing his privacy Aligning with the trials of the anti-Midas Nap on the back lawn, look up in the sky, it's… [Hook] Shapes falling out of the fringe All heart, though we would've made cowardly kings They will chop you down just to count your rings Just to count your rings, just to count your rings And there were colors pouring out of the fringe All heart, though we would've made cowardly kings They will chop you down just to count your rings Just to count your rings, just to count your rings [Outro] I'm getting sick and tired of never understanding Where is the truth you promised?!