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hmstck - hzrn lyrics

[verse 1: daveed diggs and frank chiaro]
voilà!
pullin’ rabbit food out a parka
carrots catch the light right, up the block from the farmer
he got that lettuce, that cabbage, that broccoli
tryin’ to catch a fire
locks like marley
that chevy frame rattling like a caribbean roof*top in the rain, and the window panes wiggle following suit
and the black suits sell bean pies, and the cream suits shout soap box
and the lime*green suits send angels to the streets with botox (shh)
don’t talk
cuz there’s rollers in the corner (whoop!)
football on the blacktop
little c rush the quarter
five alligator, six alligator, seven alligator, car!
game on, till the street lights came on
crowd out by the save*on
paper bags ’round tall cans, talkin’ that old manishness like
d*mn, when i was 22 i woulda coulda used to be the sh*t!
by the high*waisted bikini model standee
two eleven in penny candy

[chorus: daveed diggs]
storm comin’
everybody inside
it’s a war comin’
stack your bread, get high
gotta pour somethin’
out for the homies
turn that beat up
get loaded
it’s a murder on the outside, everybody inside
murder on the outside, everybody inside
murder on the outside, everybody inside
inside out now, lock n’ load, lets ride
[verse 2: daveed diggs]
donald duck, sunny d, tampico, capri*sun
orange couch, plastic wrap, what’s happening!! re*run
oak frame hologram jesus portrait
brown sh*g carpet, broken screen door to the back porch
pipes in the toilet gurgle every six minutes like clock*work
grandfather’s clock not working
great grandmama’s crock pot chock full of stew meat
“who, me?” said a speech bubble on a dog on a sunday morning comic
clipped and stuck up to the fridge with big chip bag magnet
big chips stacked in the armoire
behind glass, where the dominoes and the bicycle cards are
and the thick yellowing crystal tumblers
one sits on the table
with a single ice cube melting into a thimble full of jack daniels
the telephone receiver hangs
swingin’ by the cord
and the front door is swingin’
wide open, accordingly
and that big block engine turnin’ over in the caprice
that’s peelin’ out of the driveway, lettin’ the tires screech

[chorus: daveed diggs]
storm comin’
everybody inside
it’s a war comin’
stack your bread, get high
gotta pour somethin’
out for the homies
turn that beat up

- hzrn lyrics

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