Album Cover WFLD 32

WFLD 32

Open Mike Eagle

7

Blah blah blah

One two one two blah

Blah blah blah, Blah blah blahCheck one, yo

Friday′s got the bread but Thursday's got the energy

Particles move shit but waves got the energy

Pinky can get it cracking but Brain′s got the memory

(One two, one two)

Friday's got the bread but Thursday's got the energy

I′m hating them turns in Laurel Canyon

I′m stranded, which side is I'm on

Susan Sarandon is candid

These brothers talk shit then they abandon, it′s rancid

And I'm still trying to get paid like Ed O′Bannon

You would think that they fired me from a cannon

I did the Triple Lindy then I landеd

I started rocking simply then expandеd

This execution's iffy but I planned it

I protect it if it gives me an advantage

Still want to be the greatest MC on the planet

Yeah, ′cause I'm immature

If I can name my own sicknesses then it's cured

I′m finished at high 90-percentage pure

COVID making it impossible to finish tour

Rocket League addiction, need a brand new engine

Team player, gotta perfect my speed

Boost, flip or stay now

Move later, jump back into the river

After making a whole big deal ′bout not swimming

My folks from the 'Sip like K.R.I.T

Memories of our solar summers from when I was a kid

Might cop some land out there just to chase the feeling again

Caught on the hook, fill up the cooler with catfish

Proceed to grill ′em with kin

Now slow the beat to BPM twenty-four

Grind my teeth down 'til the nerves are showing

Use to rap gibberish with Explora Dora

At Grog shop, Cleveland hope was the

Spongebob in Miami, in fact they had Alvin

All the shows they had energy, sound quality was ragging

Used to shoplift bells from Morrisville TJ Max

That′s a feeling by, yeah, there's the end of my rap, as you do

Friday′s got the bread but thursday's got the energy

Particles move shit but waves got the energy

Pinky can get it cracking but brain's got the memory

Friday′s got the bread but thursday′s got the energy

My grudge is generational curse

Swear on the books we bound

My people generational first

Ring like the hooks we found ourselves

Repeating ourselves, repeating ourselves, repeating points

Straight lines curve directly to hell

And back with gasoline drawls my flaws are focused fact for principle

My interest grows like giants from the miniscule

Group think to individual

I'm caught inside like prizes in the cereal

If Mikey likes it, life is immaterial

The cloth we′re cut from tailors to the criminal

Smoother than the operator

Hater from the genesis of genesis, what I can't dance

Who takes me home at the end of this, a fire starter

Carrie holds the torch ′cause she's my daughter

(Ahuh, ay)

I′m more official than a whistle-blow

I tore a tissue with my grizzled nose

Ignore the misuse of my little home

A clean place to sleep and shit and store my brittle bones (ay)

I seen Hakeem do the Dream Shake

I seen Raheem make the mistake of trusting Bishop

I seen that Bishop had two pistols in his waistline

Continuity mistakes make my brain go haywire

Hey, I'm trying to concentrate

My J, sincerely like to thank you

Do therapists really say 'hey now that′s a breakthrough′

Or is that just some TV shit

When I grow up I want to be the shit

Top cat close friends get to call him TC

Knock back a couple stems and watch some olden TV

Why are you grillin' me, melting out the chill in me

Santa tried to plant a camera deep inside the chimney

But he ain′t realize Rudolph is a spy, Blitzen's getting high

Smoking mistletoe

I′m more official than a whistle-blow