[Intro: Open Mike Eagle]
Blah, blah, blah
One, two, one, two, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Check, one, yo
[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle]
Fridays got the bread but Thursdays got the energy
Particles move shit but waves got the energy
Pinky can get it crackin' but Brain's got the memory
(One, two, one, two)
Fridays got the bread but Thursdays got the energy
[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
I'm hatin' them turns in Laurel Canyon
I'm stranded, which side is I'm on?
Susan Sarandon is candid
These brothers talk shit then they abandon, it's rancid
And I'm still tryin' to get paid like Ed O'Bannon
You would think that they fired me from a cannon
I did the Triple Lindy then I landеd
I started rockin' simply then expandеd
This execution's iffy but I planned it
I protect it if it gives me an advantage
Still want to be the greatest MC on the planet
Yeah, 'cause I'm immature
If I can name my own sicknesses then it's cured
I'm finished at high ninety-percentage pure
COVID makin' it impossible to finish tour
[Verse 2: Eshu Tune]
Rocket League addiction, need a brand new engine
Team player, gotta perfect my speed boost, flip or stay now
Move later, jump back into the river
After makin' a whole big deal 'bout not swimmin'
My folks from the 'Sip like K.R.I.T
Memories of our solar summers from when I was a kid
Might cop some land out there just to chase the feelin' again
Caught on the hook, fill up the cooler with catfish
Proceed to grill 'em with kin
Now slow this beat to BPM twenty-four-a
Grind my teeth down 'til the nerves are showin'
Use to rap gibberish with Explora Dora
At Grog Shop, Cleveland hope was damn vultures
Spongebob in Miami, Knitting Factory had Alvin
All the shows had energy, sound quality was ragged
Used to shoplift belts from Morrisville's TJ Max
That's a filler bar, yeah, this the end of my rap
Eshu Tune
[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle]
Fridays got the bread but Thursdays got the energy
Particles move shit but waves got the energy
Pinky can get it crackin' but Brain's got the memory
Fridays got the bread but Thursdays got the energy
[Verse 3: Still Rift]
My grudge is generational curse
Swear on the books we bound
My people generational first
Ring like the hooks we found ourselves
Repeating ourselves, repeating ourselves, repeating points
Straight lines curve directly to hell
And back with gasoline drawls, my flaws are focused fact for principle
My interest grows like giants from the miniscule
Group think to individual
I'm caught inside like prizes in the cereal
If Mikey likes it life is immaterial
The cloth we're cut from tailors to the criminal
Smoother than the operator
Hater from the genesis of Genesis, what, I can't dance?
Who takes me home at the end of this? A fire starter
Carrie holds the torch 'cause she's my daughter (Uh-huh, ayy)
[Verse 4: Video Dave]
I'm more official than a whistle-blow
I tore a tissue with my grizzled nose
Ignore the misuse of my little home
A clean place to sleep and shit and store my brittle bones (Ayy)
I seen Hakeem do the Dream Shake
I seen Raheem make the mistake of trustin' Bishop
I seen that Bishop had two pistols in his waistline
Continuity mistakes make my brain go haywire
Hey, I'm tryin' to concentrate
My J, sincerely like to thank you
Do therapists really say, "Hey, now that's a breakthrough"
Or is that just some TV shit?
When I grow up I want to be the shit
Top cat close friends get to call him TC
Knock back a couple stems and watch some olden TV
Why are you grillin' me? Meltin' out the chill in me
Santa tried to plant a camera deep inside the chimney
But he ain't realize Rudolph is a spy, Blitzen's gettin' high
Smoking mistletoe
I'm more official than a whistle-blow
