Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open Book, artist - Tropidelic. Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Song language: English
Open Book |
| The highways underpass is full of shitty tags |
| And we can navigate the city without no map |
| So many faces on the sidewalk that bring back |
| Memories of times before I’d even written one rap |
| Happy to be back. |
| I never felt trapped |
| It’s blurred together now the road and home are overlapped |
| I laid my head in every city on the map and it’s a gift and a curse to never |
| feel attached |
| I started off with so much ambition |
| But really I’d be happy with some food in the kitchen |
| So good things stay hidden, good times good riddance |
| For one minute let’s pretend our fate isn’t already written |
| So long to day jobs and clear thoughts |
| I already don’t remember what I’m talking ‘bout |
| But it’s whatever long as we’re all here together |
| And we’ll tell them that we only stayed in Cleveland for the weather |
| Sometimes I feel hopeless |
| Sometimes I’m misunderstood |
| Sometimes I feel broken |
| But I’ll always be an open book |
| Sometimes I feel hopeless |
| Sometimes I’m misunderstood |
| Sometimes I feel broken |
| But I’ll always be an open book |
| Feet on the ground head in the clouds |
| Moving in and out of jet streams |
| Brainstorm spinning around |
| More than a wet dream |
| When in doubt send in the clowns to do the sex scene |
| Flip scripts read ‘em aloud |
| And if we’re on the same page then nobody has to act hard |
| Let your guard down shine together like Blackstar |
| I’ve been speaking Spanish and Swahili in my backyard |
| When I spit my last bar |
| I just wanna know that I was doing what I did best |
| Redefine success |
| 2020 vision all eyes on the Midwest |
| Power to the people raise a fist yes |
| Whether you religious or just pissed off and don’t got shit left |
| I see you and I raise you |
| If the acapella’s not compelling tracks won’t save you |
| But this is Tropidelic so you got to feel it, praise due |
| Whether you been overlooked or never truly overstood |
| I’ll tell you everything I know I’m an open book |
| Sometimes I feel hopeless |
| Sometimes I’m misunderstood |
| Sometimes I feel broken |
| But I’ll always be an open book |
| Sometimes I feel hopeless |
| Sometimes I’m misunderstood |
| Sometimes I feel broken |
| But I’ll always be an open book |
| I’m detached and disenchanted with the fact |
| That the world’s moving too fast for me to relax |
| If I wasn’t on the road, I think I’d probably relapse |
| But all this being on the road just gives me panic attacks |
| I never win, I often lose |
| There’s consequence to what you chose and it’s hard to do |
| Every time I catch a glimpse it just always seems to fade |
| In a way I feel hopeless |
| Sometimes I feel hopeless |
| Sometimes I’m misunderstood |
| Sometimes I feel broken |
| But I’ll always be an open book |
| Sometimes I feel hopeless |
| Sometimes I’m misunderstood |
| Sometimes I feel broken |
| But I’ll always be an open book |