contraband (the plug has bags of me) Songtext
von Open Mike Eagle

Yeah I know
Apologies that′s indiscreet
Here's the code
I know God
That′s my homegirl
Up the street

What you need
Show my hand
I understand
What I should keep
It's contraband, yeah, yeah
It's contraband

Got that good shit
Yeah I know
Apologies that′s indiscreet
Here′s the code
I know God
That's my homegirl
Up the street


What you need
Show my hand
I understand
What I should keep
It′s contraband, yeah, yeah
It's contraband

We unseen
Ain′t no fist fight
What I look like
He's a treat
Vis a vis
Those that I stood by
I had a good cry
Pleased to meet
I seen God though
Up the block though

First grade teacher Mrs. Godbolt
Show me thing that I do not know
On the bus Southside Chicago
Spell tradition
Science fiction
Spelling bee took me to districts
Hyperbolic-syllabic-sesquedaly-mystic


We unseen
Ain′t no fist fight
What I look like
Seems to be
Vis a vis
Those that I stood by
I had a good cry
Sweet relief

Got that good shit
Yeah I know
Apologies that's indiscreet
Here's the code
I know God
That′s my homegirl
Up the street

What you got there
Let me see
What you got there
Let me see
What you got there
Let me see!
What you got there

I still like Simon Petrikov
Cause like him my mind is sectioned off
It′s a one size fits philosophy
For each of the splintered parts of me
Chest is wrinkled up
Flesh is crinkle cut

Secret questions yes
Messing people up
Safehouse is filled with captured flags
Chopped my old self up to acid jazz
Know what I have and haven't had
Bought myself back in plastic bags
Let′s call it contraband
Waiting to return to the land like Rocket Man

Fuel cells burn, ain't no oxygen
Saw my eyes
They said not again, yeah
They said not again, yeah
They said not again