Sabbatical With Options Lyrics
| Song | Sabbatical With Options |
| Artist | Prefuse 73 |
| Album | Surrounded by Silence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Herren, Tucker | |
| Are you leaving for the country? | |
| You say the city brings you down | |
| I envy you | |
| I hunger-lunger for the only oak in BK | |
| This was after having perused every crook nook tucked in the scrupuledom | |
| That the growth of the neighborhood on his last city b-day | |
| And as they ushered in the kiddies handing each one that gift-wrapped Louisville aluminum | |
| Swing, batter. Chatter box. | |
| Black tar gather at a scrape for the cake going six from the bus traffic | |
| Half a dozen summoned from a love of drug magic | |
| Fire in the max cap beater need a beer | |
| From his fierce drug habits and heaters under the mattress | |
| Love 'em all to death but I'm slowing down faster | |
| And I know this town backwards | |
| Lookin' at him different 'cause he coasts with no liquor in the glass he wet his lips with | |
| Never preach - what I write's irrelative | |
| But I'll reach for the clicker if the picture isn't helping 'em | |
| Bet he bleached up shimmy at a seat belt | |
| Jimmy over city limits, giddy-up and leap left, | |
| He steps with a duffel bag shuffle | |
| Most don't focus so his folks won't notice | |
| Those old jokes don't hold him with the voltage | |
| That a moldy, hocus pocus, heated geezer mostly grows with. So? | |
| 1985 Dodge Ares hand-me-down freebie piece of fucked-with shit | |
| With the fuckin' yellow plates you are going to start for me. | |
| Do not do this today, look, man, look you have been very good to me, okay? | |
| I'm gonna start the ignition I'm gonna point you in one direction, | |
| All you have to do is go. Look, I'm not even gonna steer man, please | |
| I am so dangerous, in another frame lame | |
| Did a wet peggin' F on the octane cater full tank pull rank mater mater | |
| Fall off to adhere to look, | |
| Preach here's cookin' up here's to the shrunk empire city stuck in the rearview | |
| He get gone. Why? | |
| I dunno, had an itch | |
| Had a flame at both ends of the wick | |
| Center of the brick ran him off ditch | |
| Let alone mad piper | |
| I don't wanna rat pack when a back's set for a tap spinal, | |
| Get away bad driver | |
| Eyesight like a bat's and a bad license | |
| Broke at a Bronx zoo with a lockpick kit | |
| Slip back, free the last vipers | |
| And tigers and bears you will hold down new york | |
| I will be back to reclaim your front porch | |
| They like "Oh, Aes' buggin'. Yeah he gonna leave", they said well that's a bit of a radical process | |
| I was like "Hey man, I put my time in, I gotta, I gotta do somethin' man, I tend to call it my Sabbatical with Options" | |
| I might be back, at least to you and you and you, y'all are the ones, you're gonna come see me anyway | |
| I'ma have a fuckin' fast, country crib man for a minute, at least try this shit, man, I been a long-ass time to get this fuckin' house, I can't deal with this shit |
| zuo qu : Herren, Tucker | |
| Are you leaving for the country? | |
| You say the city brings you down | |
| I envy you | |
| I hungerlunger for the only oak in BK | |
| This was after having perused every crook nook tucked in the scrupuledom | |
| That the growth of the neighborhood on his last city bday | |
| And as they ushered in the kiddies handing each one that giftwrapped Louisville aluminum | |
| Swing, batter. Chatter box. | |
| Black tar gather at a scrape for the cake going six from the bus traffic | |
| Half a dozen summoned from a love of drug magic | |
| Fire in the max cap beater need a beer | |
| From his fierce drug habits and heaters under the mattress | |
| Love ' em all to death but I' m slowing down faster | |
| And I know this town backwards | |
| Lookin' at him different ' cause he coasts with no liquor in the glass he wet his lips with | |
| Never preach what I write' s irrelative | |
| But I' ll reach for the clicker if the picture isn' t helping ' em | |
| Bet he bleached up shimmy at a seat belt | |
| Jimmy over city limits, giddyup and leap left, | |
| He steps with a duffel bag shuffle | |
| Most don' t focus so his folks won' t notice | |
| Those old jokes don' t hold him with the voltage | |
| That a moldy, hocus pocus, heated geezer mostly grows with. So? | |
| 1985 Dodge Ares handmedown freebie piece of fuckedwith shit | |
| With the fuckin' yellow plates you are going to start for me. | |
| Do not do this today, look, man, look you have been very good to me, okay? | |
| I' m gonna start the ignition I' m gonna point you in one direction, | |
| All you have to do is go. Look, I' m not even gonna steer man, please | |
| I am so dangerous, in another frame lame | |
| Did a wet peggin' F on the octane cater full tank pull rank mater mater | |
| Fall off to adhere to look, | |
| Preach here' s cookin' up here' s to the shrunk empire city stuck in the rearview | |
| He get gone. Why? | |
| I dunno, had an itch | |
| Had a flame at both ends of the wick | |
| Center of the brick ran him off ditch | |
| Let alone mad piper | |
| I don' t wanna rat pack when a back' s set for a tap spinal, | |
| Get away bad driver | |
| Eyesight like a bat' s and a bad license | |
| Broke at a Bronx zoo with a lockpick kit | |
| Slip back, free the last vipers | |
| And tigers and bears you will hold down new york | |
| I will be back to reclaim your front porch | |
| They like " Oh, Aes' buggin'. Yeah he gonna leave", they said well that' s a bit of a radical process | |
| I was like " Hey man, I put my time in, I gotta, I gotta do somethin' man, I tend to call it my Sabbatical with Options" | |
| I might be back, at least to you and you and you, y' all are the ones, you' re gonna come see me anyway | |
| I' ma have a fuckin' fast, country crib man for a minute, at least try this shit, man, I been a longass time to get this fuckin' house, I can' t deal with this shit |
| zuò qǔ : Herren, Tucker | |
| Are you leaving for the country? | |
| You say the city brings you down | |
| I envy you | |
| I hungerlunger for the only oak in BK | |
| This was after having perused every crook nook tucked in the scrupuledom | |
| That the growth of the neighborhood on his last city bday | |
| And as they ushered in the kiddies handing each one that giftwrapped Louisville aluminum | |
| Swing, batter. Chatter box. | |
| Black tar gather at a scrape for the cake going six from the bus traffic | |
| Half a dozen summoned from a love of drug magic | |
| Fire in the max cap beater need a beer | |
| From his fierce drug habits and heaters under the mattress | |
| Love ' em all to death but I' m slowing down faster | |
| And I know this town backwards | |
| Lookin' at him different ' cause he coasts with no liquor in the glass he wet his lips with | |
| Never preach what I write' s irrelative | |
| But I' ll reach for the clicker if the picture isn' t helping ' em | |
| Bet he bleached up shimmy at a seat belt | |
| Jimmy over city limits, giddyup and leap left, | |
| He steps with a duffel bag shuffle | |
| Most don' t focus so his folks won' t notice | |
| Those old jokes don' t hold him with the voltage | |
| That a moldy, hocus pocus, heated geezer mostly grows with. So? | |
| 1985 Dodge Ares handmedown freebie piece of fuckedwith shit | |
| With the fuckin' yellow plates you are going to start for me. | |
| Do not do this today, look, man, look you have been very good to me, okay? | |
| I' m gonna start the ignition I' m gonna point you in one direction, | |
| All you have to do is go. Look, I' m not even gonna steer man, please | |
| I am so dangerous, in another frame lame | |
| Did a wet peggin' F on the octane cater full tank pull rank mater mater | |
| Fall off to adhere to look, | |
| Preach here' s cookin' up here' s to the shrunk empire city stuck in the rearview | |
| He get gone. Why? | |
| I dunno, had an itch | |
| Had a flame at both ends of the wick | |
| Center of the brick ran him off ditch | |
| Let alone mad piper | |
| I don' t wanna rat pack when a back' s set for a tap spinal, | |
| Get away bad driver | |
| Eyesight like a bat' s and a bad license | |
| Broke at a Bronx zoo with a lockpick kit | |
| Slip back, free the last vipers | |
| And tigers and bears you will hold down new york | |
| I will be back to reclaim your front porch | |
| They like " Oh, Aes' buggin'. Yeah he gonna leave", they said well that' s a bit of a radical process | |
| I was like " Hey man, I put my time in, I gotta, I gotta do somethin' man, I tend to call it my Sabbatical with Options" | |
| I might be back, at least to you and you and you, y' all are the ones, you' re gonna come see me anyway | |
| I' ma have a fuckin' fast, country crib man for a minute, at least try this shit, man, I been a longass time to get this fuckin' house, I can' t deal with this shit |
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