| Whatever it’s supposed to be
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| Do what it’s supposed to do
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| Make you uncomfortable
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| Make you uncomfortable
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| Fuck Redding, California, cause shit’s pretty racial there
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| I’m envious of anyone with full-grown facial hair
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| Yeah, I’m always in between haircuts
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| But FDR said it ain’t shit to be scared of
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| Huh, he must have never smoked herb
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| Been beaten by his dad or heard bad spoken word
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| I got a pretty mean overbite
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| I’m still trying to navigate the settings on my Focusrite preamp
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| Condenser mic attached with a c-clamp
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| Weed on the patio, chiefing under the heat lamp
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| Yeah, or sneak in with a g-pen
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| And take that shit to church and stay high all weekend
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| Yeah, I’ll fucking interrupt your telecast hella fast
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| From blonde wig and blue eyed Ellen mask
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| Watch me dance. |
| Are you watching?
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| I’m cold
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| We should invest in inner-ear monitors
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| And start our own niche and gain little weird followers
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| Yeah, that make the flyest orthotics
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| And make decent movies out of Alan Moore comics
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| And creepers can stalk all their exes at the same time
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| And if your rap career ain’t hitting
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| You can rap over videos of kittens, it’s the golden age!
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| Tell the internet how you got fucked over
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| And buy a minivan with seventeen cupholders
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| Legal opiates, having yourself a fever dream
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| And you can watch a video of the bible’s deleted scenes
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| And nobody ever has to pay for anything
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| Which is pretty cool cause everybody’s unemployed!
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| I changed my rap name to Lil' Wonder Boy
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| Change your rap name to Lil' Lord Fauntleroy
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| And we can rap about all the different candy bars
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| Try to get sponsors from Mounds and Almond Joy
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| And Whatchamacallit, and Nestle Crunch, and Kit Kat
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| And shit, Toblerone
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| And watch Twin Peaks on your mobile phone
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| And take a shot so you don’t feel your broken bones
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| And move close to home
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| Or don’t move out to begin with
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| Smoke herb for your gout and your shin splints
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| This new colorful weed is pretty intense
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| There’s thin mints that you can get after you finish wind sprints
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| And I think that’s it
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| But all that shit is great right?
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| That shit is cool! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Golden Age Raps , by - Open Mike Eagle. Song from the album Dark Comedy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп