Nightmares - Open Mike Eagle, Willie Green

Nightmares - Open Mike Eagle, Willie Green

Альбом
Rappers Will Die of Natural Causes (Reissue)
Год
2018
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
239000

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Nightmares

Open Mike Eagle, Willie Green

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

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