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in aisle eight - home alone lyrics

look, i am what i need to be
i am whatever whoever i need, need’s me to be
i could further free the free or unleash a disease
burn or save the trees, earn and pay the fees, take and make a thief, pray and take a leap, save or say the peace
waiting impatient or patiently waiting for people to stay or leave

saint or sinner, loser, winner, i’m making sure to secure my future dinner’s cause i know women just want me for my outrageous, curvaceous figure
when against the winningest i’m a swift rick flair shin kick that’s efficient and imminent. every minute i’m spitting is l!cked a bit, intimate, licorice twisted and sick as the d+cken’s kids

not just oliver, all of em. awesome when audible, classy but comical, monocle. typically, hospitable. me? not difficult
odd job for the occipital, visual
chop chop, make the decision go lob rocks, with notes into their windows
mental, memento right on schedule right on tempo to the temple
and if my time’s not now it’s eventual, tenfold

keep thinking like butch cass, that’s what i’m good at
watch the sun dance, have a good laugh, then i’m back to business
back to scribbling the writtens that hit him and make opposition fictitious as the simpsons

i’m drinking oj in the morning, mourning, what i’ve missed when the gloves did not fit, did not fit i had to quit but that’s life
that chick’s so imaginative, and i’ll omit the other comments like an asterisk cause that’s a risk. but spot me at the page bottom, got something to say then i’m stage diving to the next chapter, the eighth probably

peasant dressing elegant to address elephants
develop an intelligent thesis for no reason
move crowds like telekinesis
deep as a pelican’s beak is when speaking
a beacon to the freakish
the crack that eggheads needed for centuries
and the freezing of self+esteem is just a consequence of me and the team eating
leading was agreed at the team meeting
heart’s bleeding so the people with hemophobia seem squeamish
spread it from, street to street by feet. by boat from sea to sea and know i really mean
i am what i need to be, i am whatever whoever i need, needs me to be

- in aisle eight lyrics

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