Lotta Years - Aesop Rock

The kid that work down at the local Baskin-Robbins

Got a tattoo of a lipstick print attached above his collar

I watched him relocating pistachio to a waffle

Thinking I had lost the plot if not the passion for the novel

He asked me what I wanted, I ordered something daft

He said he liked the tattoo Alex drew me of the bats

Thanks;

I like it too but modestly confess

In present company, my coloring is not the main event

Look at that neck

The message is immediate, the guy effs chicks

I spent a lot of years making friends with cool artists

So when they drew me tattoos I could truly feel important

Now some 22 year old inside a cube of brick and mortar

Got me questioning my morals and their corny pecking order

I should give a shit less

Cherry-No;

Whip-Yes

Lotta years

Uh, lotta years

The girl that work down at the local juice place

Got a head full of dreadlocks down to her waist

I watched her add the spinach to the ginger to the grapes

My hair was underwhelming, my juice was fucking great

Some lady orders Maca, compliments the locks

She asked how many years it took the girl to grow the crop

«It took a lot of years and then eventually I cut 'em, kept 'em

Reattach 'em anytime I want 'em»

My mind’s fucking blown

The future is amazing, I feel so fucking old

I bet you clone your pets and ride a hover-board to work

I used a folding map to find the juice place in the first

These kids are running wild, I’m still recovering from church

You should have seen me in the 90s, I could ollie up a curb

You should have seen me in the 80s

I was bumping New Edition, dragging acne into Hades

Lotta years

Naw mean?

Lotta years