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Relatable (peak OME)
Open Mike Eagle
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I get weird, even when I'm by myself I make faces, even when I'm by myself I talk loud, even when I'm by myself I yell "**** that!", even when I'm by myself I write raps, even when I'm by myself I do dance moves, even when I'm by myself I crack jokes, even when I'm by myself I say "Hell nah!", even when I'm by myself I was shattеred in the early '90s Clеan wings in a dirty mind It’s South Africa in '39 It’s people fighting in the foreign wars So what's the smallest people can divide? Where’s my heart? Where my ankle go? It’s some missing pieces of the spine I left a little piece in U of I I bought some pieces of a human heart Three-fifths of mine had been euthanized I was my own Dr. Frankenstein My hands glowing like Hohenheim And that's the only way I sniff a line Me bumpin’ me again, it's Christmastime Every evening by myself, meetin’ Memorizin’ mental health secrets 'Cause I’ve been looking for some space to lie Or wrestling without the racist guy Looking up the cover to "Skate or Die" I play the same game musically I want some big, chunky, gold orangutan jewelry I drink whiskey, even when I'm by myself I sing songs, even when I'm by myself I hit the high notes, even when I'm by myself I make plans, even when I'm by myself I'm Bo Jackson, even when I'm by myself I'm Bret Hart, even when I'm by myself I'm James Baldwin, even when I'm by myself I tell lies, even when I'm by myself I make various hand movements, experiments not proven I remember American Bandstand I'm nappy-hairier Batman on Apollo I was scared of the Sandman My Earth is not hollow America’s next drop bottle Humans lead and bots follow You and me were not coddled I got ruined knees, I might hobble ****! I don’t know what to watch Some old sitcom, it musta' flopped My inner dialogue cuss a lot I watched the videos, bust a shot I meant to write, but I musta' not It’s sensitive, don’t touch the spot My tongue’s tied in a double knot I’m like Sublime "lovin’s what I got" I wrote some raps about the Juggernaut And float like Oswald Cobblepot And the end when it you know...
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