WFLD 32 Songtext
von Open Mike Eagle

Blah blah blah
One two, one two, blah
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah
Check one, yo

Friday′s got the bread, but Thursday's got the energy
Particles move shit, but waves got the energy
Pinky can get it cracking, but brain′s got the memory (one two)
Friday's got the bread, but Thursday's got the energy (one two)

I′m hating 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 tryna get paid like Ed O′Bannon
You would think that they fired me from a cannon
I did the Triple Lindy, then I landed
I started rocking simply then expanded
This execution's iffy, but I planned it
I protect it if it gives me an advantage
Still wanna 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 90-percentage pure
COVID making it impossible to finish tour

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 making a whole big deal ′bout not swimming
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 feeling again
Caught on the hook, fill up the cooler with catfish
Proceed to grill ′em with kin
Now slow the beat to BPM 24
Grind my teeth down 'til the nerves are showing
Use to rap gibberish with Explora Dora
At Grog Shop, Cleveland hope was being vultures

Spongebob in Miami, Knitting Factory had Alvin
All the shows they had energy, sound quality was ragging
Used to shoplift bells from Morrisville TJ Max
That′s a filler bar, yeah, there's the end of my rap
Eshu Tune


Friday′s got the bread, but Thursday's got the energy
Particles move shit, but waves got the energy
Pinky can get it cracking, but Brain's got the memory
Friday′s got the bread, but Thursday′s got the energy

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 were 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-uh, aye)

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 (ay)
I seen Hakeem do the Dream Shake
I seen Raheem make the mistake of trusting Bishop
I seen that Bishop had two pistols in his waistline
Continuity mistakes make my brain go haywire

Hey, I′m tryna 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, melting 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 getting high
Smoking mistletoe
I'm more official than a whistle-blow