Hymnal

[Intro: Open Mike Eagle] So... sleepy When I snap my fingers [Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] 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 [Chorus: Open Mike Eagle] 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 [Bridge: Open Mike Eagle] 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 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 [Chorus: Open Mike Eagle] 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 [Verse 2: Sammus] 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 classics 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