Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raps for When It's Just You and the Abyss, artist - Open Mike Eagle. Album song A Special Episode - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Raps for When It's Just You and the Abyss |
Yeah, I’m in the wrong 30 mile south of Malibu |
Pacing around, tryina make something powerful, yeah |
I sit awake, baked on the shower stool |
The cookie faced king had to surgically get his crown removed |
Get up and go to the john |
My only worry is the frequency my vocals is on |
And my lady gets her hair cuts at the local salon |
And doesn’t have to hide from ISIS and Boko Haram |
Dang, I feel a strange kinship to every man |
Heavy hand, tremble my memories, need a steady cam |
My mind’s made clothes, and videos that R. Kelly had |
Barely had time to think, the world moves very fast |
And life is a mystery school, I’m on the airplane learning social delivery |
queues |
Fool, I can drink a whole infinity pool |
And make impassioned bar speeches from a rickety stool yeah |
Trying to make shit that sounds Grand Budapest |
With the same hand that slams his computer desk |
And every day I’m bumping Cinnamon Girl |
Tryina promote these rap shows when it’s the end of the motherfucking world |
You used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that |
You used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that |
You used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that |
And now you’re all gone, got your makeup on |
And you’re not coming back |
I’ve seen a lot of shit disappear and reappear |
I’m 34 on earth but measure me in Venus years |
I’m so right brained I can’t grow an even beard |
I wonder if I balance shit out, would things seem as weird |
They say it is above as it is below |
My skin is so hot but my heart beat is 10 below |
In the cold barracks daydreaming about a centerfold |
I answer only questions it’s easiest to pretend to know |
It’s hard being brick and mortar creatures |
My thoughts have to fit in phones and through computer speakers |
I was pretty geeked about my LA weekly feature |
I showed it to my dad, my barber and my piano teacher |
I’m tryina get discovered like a |
The cookie faced king he can’t remember where preceptors at |
Eyes mad low, grin wide, just like a cheshire cat |
Got four dimensional skin my chin is a tesseract |
I’m tryina tour for 3 weeks in a mobile home |
This gets milk, a peach and some Provolone |
Talk to myself loud and speak in a boastful tone |
My inner monologue is calm, speech from the golden globes |
Some folks leave rap and never look back |
If you tried it yourself, you would have understood that |
Make films, play ball right or even cook crack |
My famous homies picked the right shit to get good at, yeah |
My computer club nights, forever |
Not gonna die, we just multiply |
Forever, forever, forever, forever |
And ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever |