This Lonely Rose (Explicit) - Atmosphere/Aesop Rock

I parked on a vacant road to get away

From people and watch the planes approach

Turn the music down put the windows low

Turn the headlights off but let the dashboard glow

I try not to reminisce cause many of

These memories ain't got no kind of benefits

It's the same old lick you can paint the bricks

But your face is just a way to decorate your sh*t

I'm the motherf**kin' man when I'm standing in it

Cause I don't know how to swim but

I project the image that I'mma go all in

Got it under control until I grow my fins I'm still plugging my nose

No surprise stolen by the tide

You can close your eyes

But the hopes stay alive and the crow gonna fly

And the d**e gets sold n' other than that

There's really not much to know

Don't cut this rose

This lonely rose

With thorns to show

It grows alone

Too hard to hold

This lonely rose

With thorns to show

It grows alone

Too hard to hold

Quick to tell you that she don't need a man

From what I've seen I completely understand

Can't stand a cat that try to make demands

Plus her man said he sick of bringing beach to the sand

Quickly sinking in the holiest boat figured he might

As well drink just to keep it afloat

Nope when small things end up being gigantic

Relationships go the way of the titanic

Why panic

Have some fun while it last

Be happy that you even had a spot on the cast

She hard to keep cause she know what men about

It just took you too long before you figured it out huh

Moving fast don't mean it won't end quick

Why put your toes in when you can skinny dip

Remember when you're with the prettiest chick

There's another man that's sick of putting up with her sh*t

This lonely rose

With thorns to show

It grows alone

Too hard to hold

This lonely rose

With thorns to show

It grows alone

Too hard to hold

There is a temperamental magic in the key of love and war

It go nothing up her sleeve not even a f**king arm

Body ain't a temple if it's disassembled parts

Allocated in a separate level warped send the force

Tell tents severing up pell mell dash melting

Squeegee in his post to a cheesecloth silk screen evenly

East coast tilt kings raised by servals

Pacing up the grape vine nervous

Poke jarred brain matter adequately curious

Pick a perfect patsy herd em back into the turnip truck

Where a high arch pose as the nobles

Fine yeti fur with a dire prognosis

He prefer to mire with the openly grotesque

Opening in a cold discotheque coat check

Oh my low tech bolt neck go time no myth

I'm a slow death goldmine

This lonely rose

With thorns to show

It grows alone

Too hard to hold

This lonely rose

With thorns to show

It grows alone

Too hard to hold

Too hard to hold

Too hard to hold

Too hard to hold

Too hard to hold

Too hard to hold

Too hard to hold

Too hard to hold

Too hard to hold