El Oso Lyrics

(burping sound)

Fuck

A dark cave, liquid-dripping, bouncing this sine wave

A brown haze backdrops the city like school stage

A cool breeze breaking only if it's a stark gray

These bugs are duplicating, diaspora, part ways

It's the dark days, demon, wannabe gorilla

But they're just saying I'm funny, something, a wannabe Stiller

I would like to be thriller, an opportunity killer

But El Oso is over-hibernating, dormant in winter

Orbital fixture, domicile, empty boxes the guest list

It seems that every visitor's self-serving the breakfast

Disappearing, they're selfish, my appearance, can't help it

I'm so bored with the corpses, the ceiling plastered with velvet

My illusions from music mimic high water and pipe dreams

If I swallow some salt water, would I be able to die clean?

Or my sin, has my kin take my shirts to get dry cleaned?

So I look clean with my fat overlapped in the casket

It won't close like a trunk popped with luggage that's massive

Fuck it, just shut it, we can't afford to get stuck in traffic

On the way back from the mass procession, imagine,

Had I just walked out my room and threw my mic in the trash bin,

Hold up

Had I just walked out my room and threw my mic in the trash bin,

What's up?

Had I just walked out my room and threw my mic in the trash bin,

Fuck up