Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nightmares, artist - Open Mike Eagle. Album song Rappers Will Die of Natural Causes (Reissue), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.08.2018
Record label: Auto reverse
Song language: English
Nightmares |
I went to bed at midnight |
And the clock said 1, 2, 3… |
Go 'head and close your eyelids |
And then tell me what you see |
Cause every word that comes through me |
It was born in a nightmare |
I met some old friends recently |
They on a whole new frequency |
I made some new friends the other day |
But they was talking 'bout colorways |
You can’t rock clothes like Kanye |
Then go home with frozen entrees |
Yo, Give me food truck tacos |
Heavy sour-cream, no cilantro |
Rap’s all post-modern |
A bunch of style authors but no fathers |
I stay familiar with my lineage |
And spend a lot of time defending it |
Yeah, I think I would’ve made a great panther |
I used to be a break dancer |
And I used to smoke a pack a day |
But I got scared of the face cancer |
I pray to god like Esther Rolle |
That I’ll be blessed with some breath control |
I went to bed at midnight |
And the clock said 1, 2, 3… |
Go 'head and close your eyelids |
And then tell me what you see |
Cause every word that comes through me |
It was born in a nightmare |
Yo, I want shag on my floor charred carpeting |
And «Oh god,» singing four-part harmony |
Go to the valley, get a manager |
Who specializes in porn-star marketing |
I wish every day was Halloween |
I’d be Frylock from the Aqua Teens |
Yo. |
Why? |
I don’t know why |
Maybe to make the time go by |
Maybe I got bats in my belfry |
But if it was that, who could tell me? |
You say the things that you overheard |
I see the things that you don’t observe |
The written life strictly synthesized |
And tricks the eyes like lower-thirds |
I see the future for city niggas |
Gang-banging with samplers on midi-triggers |
A different future for rural folks |
Cause that will be where the tourists go |
To take pictures of families with real-life first cousins, sisters and aunties |
Yo, I got a heart like a Buick motor |
And play my part like a super soldier |
I got a mind like a steel toe |
I be walking on my heels, though |
The internet and the cable’s out |
Man, I should go get a paper route |
I went to bed at midnight |
And the clock said 1, 2, 3… |
Go 'head and close your eyelids |
And then tell me what you see |
Cause every word that comes through me |
It was born in a nightmare |