Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hymnal, artist - Open Mike Eagle. Album song Brick Body Kids Still Daydream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Hymnal |
So.. . |
sleepy |
When I snap my fingers |
To thine own self, be felt-tip |
Hip as a belt clip |
With a helmet fit for helpless feels |
If you can help it |
Reassess the unarmed |
Leave refreshed and unharmed |
Bring milk and honey to the funny farm |
See the rest become charmed dumb |
«An apple a day,» what apple sellers say |
I was brought into this world with the instinct to back the hell away |
And the will to write a rap song as long as an Alaskan day |
To fight to balance those two feels is a personal passion play |
But so what? |
Flying fucks is thrown at rolling doughnuts |
My feet is cold, but so what? |
Cause I’m bold enough to show up |
I-- what’s the hold up- |
-side down, ketchup bottle speed |
Uncoordinated, running with pigeon toes and knobby knees |
God damn it, folks will follow me |
Bucket of random body parts |
Master of the sloppy arts |
Like Kindergartners trying to be done |
Big dumb-dumb trying to fly to the sun |
I’m dried up and look at what I have become |
Sing it like a church song |
Like a old-time prayer from a dead man written on a notebook |
Draw with a ink pen |
Like it doesn’t even matter if it go, god damn it, it’s the first time |
Make it like a mistake |
Sing it like a church song |
Written when the shit wasn’t going right |
Sing it like it don’t hurt |
Like it can’t break |
Like it’s this big |
I ain’t no chili pepper |
I ain’t got mama’s gun |
I ain’t in Evanescence |
I ain’t in All-4-One |
I got a dumb agenda |
Can’t even make a plan |
If you remember the moment come here and shake my hand |
I ain’t no chili pepper |
I ain’t got mama’s gun |
I ain’t in Evanescence |
I ain’t an awful one |
I got a dumb agenda |
Can’t even make a plan |
If you remember the moment come here and shake my hand |
Sing it like a church song |
Like a old-time prayer from a dead man written on a notebook |
Draw with a ink pen |
Like it doesn’t even matter if it go, god damn it, it’s the first time |
Make it like a mistake |
Sing it like a church song |
Written when the shit wasn’t going right |
Sing it like it don’t hurt |
Like it can’t break |
Like it’s this big |
I’d rather be hiding alone like some Ewoks |
Up in tree tops |
Creeping around like I’m T-Boz |
Steeping the grounds in my teapots |
But I’m Steve Jobs |
On my Apple updating my E-Shops |
Eat a apple a day, take a brief pause |
Take a nap, lie awake in-between sobs |
Then I rap and I pray and the grief stops |
My ego take cheap shots |
Can’t believe how she speak to me |
She talks like it’s neat pushing buttons like key fobs |
Well good day, bitch, I’m writing this beat knocks |
Tryna pen classes like Reeboks |
Or Greek thoughts or a Fleet Fox |
And teach a good message like Aesop’s |
That stick to my skin just like grease spots |
So forget all the things that my dreams cost |
Yeah, I’m getting my kicks, fuck some clean socks |
Ice cold, we living like freeze pops |
Cause I’m gonna take licks while I defrost |
Divest from your demons, and weak stocks |
And invest in your team 'til your scene pops |
It might mean wearing jeans 'til the seam pops |
But don’t wait like Dre did with Detox |
No hate hinder me, I will clean clocks |
Like today, I can’t play, I don’t give fucks |
I won’t change what I say, take your screenshots |
Yeah, I’m just being me that’s what she wants |
And this might seem weird cause a dream stops |
When you wake up but for the sake of |
Finding peace, no sleep when you dream jobs |
Now please, go be who you dream of |