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[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]
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 an awful 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 3: 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

[Chorus]
Water whip, dope cooking, whipping in the pot
Mama coming in the kitchen, stankin’ up her pots
Nigga want a whole thing, gotta meet me on the block
Nigga coming ’round my way, you know I call the shots
Water whip, dope cooking, whipping in the pot
Mama coming in the kitchen, stankin’ up her pots
Nigga want a whole thing, gotta meet me on the block
Nigga coming ’round my way, you know I call the shots

[Verse 1]
Laying lower than nine, you know I run the block
Hellcat swerving, gotta watch out for the cops
Your bitch say she want a nigga, she know I keep a knot
Them niggas playing them petty games, I make that block hot
Had to set up shop, took a nine out that block
J’s at the door, smell the dope, they want some more
Judo get the door, grab the stick before you go
Where the cash at? nigga want a half a gram

[Chorus]
Water whip, dope cooking, whipping in the pot
Mama coming in the kitchen, stankin’ up her pots
Nigga want a whole thing, gotta meet me on the block
Nigga coming ’round my way, you know I call the shots
Water whip, dope cooking, whipping in the pot
Mama coming in the kitchen, stankin’ up her pots
Nigga want a whole thing, gotta meet me on the block
Nigga coming ’round my way, you know I call the shots

[Verse 2]
I came from a half a bag, ran me up a knot
That bitch think I go without, I need her for a spot
Bitch hold that, better watch my stash
Where you at, I need them nine ounces in that bag
Hurry up, I gotta cook up half a brick of glass
This nigga trippin’, talking about he ain’t got all the cash
I front you this so you know I had to put some tax
He ran off on the plug, nigga body bag

[Chorus]
Water whip, dope cooking, whipping in the pot
Mama coming in the kitchen, stankin’ up her pots
Nigga want a whole thing, gotta meet me on the block
Nigga coming ’round my way, you know I call the shots
Water whip, dope cooking, whipping in the pot
Mama coming in the kitchen, stankin’ up her pots
Nigga want a whole thing, gotta meet me on the block
Nigga coming ’round my way, you know I call the shots

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Hey Ms. Parker (Hello)
Can I Shovel Your Snow? (Can I Shovel Your Snow?)
Let Me Help You With The Groceries (igh igh)
Walk You To The Door (Walk You To The Door)
Hey There Neighbour! (Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Can I Take Out The Trash? (Can I Take Out The Trash?)
Where Is Your Husband? (I Know)
When He Get Back? (When He Get Back?)

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
When he get back? (When he get back?)
Damn you so bad (Damn you so bad)
Thats not your bad (Thats not your bad)
Thats just my bad (Thats just my bad)
I can’t help it (no not my style)
I just need a solid (took you down back)
Just hit me when your kids go to bed
Lets go somewhere i can slide down your sled
I just wanna keep warm i don’t wanna hold your hand (IGH IGH)
We growin’ ain’t getting younger lets live it up in the bed (iiiiiigghh)

[Bridge: Jeremih *& Chance The Rapper*]
Ms. Parker (aye)
I know Our mhm is old (*Igh Igh Igh Igh*)
When You bend that over wanna see it now
I say uh huh good lord (*arrgghhhhhh Igh!*)

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Hey Ms. Parker (Hello)
Can I Shovel Your Snow? (Can I Shovel Your Snow?)
Let Me Help You With The Groceries (UGH UGH)
Walk You To The Door (Igh Igh Igh Igh)
Hey There Neighbour! (ah yellow!)
Can I Take Out The Trash? (Can I Take Out your Trash?)
Where Is Your Husband? (UGH)
When He Get Back? (IGH IGH IGH IGH)

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper *& Jeremih*]
You know I’ve been a good boy (Igh!) (*Good Boy*)
I know you got good toys (Igh! Ugh!)
But you want a real boy (*more*)
[?] it in your good boy (Ugh)
I know you need some extra sugar (*sugar, Sugar*)
Me, I got the Hookup (*Hookup, Hookup*)
Why You still down with that [?]
You Gone every time i look up
When I when you wanna owe you wanna know you want a young nigga
I guess since i was little
Better now I’m bigger
We just got to hurry up before he get close
I dont wanna turn your pretty ass into a widow

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Hey Ms. Parker (Hello)
Can I Shovel Your Snow? (Can I Shovel Your Snow?)
Let Me Help You With The Groceries (Igh Igh)
Walk You To The Door (Walk You To The Door)
Hey There Neighbour! (Huh Yeah)
Can I Take Out The Trash? (Can I Can I Can I Can I Can I)
Where Is Your Husband? (yah yah yah yah)
When He Get Back? (let me knooowww)

[Outro: Chance The Rapper]
Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Woo!
What About What About What About What About What About What About You
Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Ooh!
Get It now woo now its your turn tooooo
(Get It Now)X16
Hey Ms. Parker

[Hook]
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in some anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit
And I’m with a anti boring bitch
Foreign shit, Run up catch a anti short clip
Better be on anti smoke shit
Fo’nem on anti joke shit
You not like me we can’t hang together
I make it rain you can’t change the weather
She think she cold I could make her better
I keep a roll I could get whateva
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in sum anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit

[Verse 1]
Aye bitch, respect it
Run in yo shit like I’m athletic
Wasn’t up in there you pathetic
She want me in her like genetics
Paint that bitch face like a cosmetic
He really a hoe I could detect it
I might pull on yo shit let you collect it
You see them dots let you connect it bitch
Them fuckboys behind me know I left em
Leave em behind me can’t fuck wit them
Rather crack open PT’s I blow cheddar
Need my money, I repeat I blow cheddar
Raf Simmons Y3 me and Margiela
Audi fishtailing try race it you know better boy
You know this wood ain’t gone rotate this to the face you should know better
We not the same this ain’t yo era bitch

[Hook]
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in some anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit
And I’m with a anti boring bitch
Foreign shit, Run up catch a anti short clip
Better be on anti smoke shit
Fo’nem on anti joke shit
You not like me we can’t hang together
I make it rain you can’t change the weather
She think she cold I could make her better
I keep a roll I could get whateva
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in sum anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit

[Verse 2]
Olympic ring all on my car keys
For breakfast I might do hibachi steak
I figured out why they trying to stop me
I’m taking home plates and ain’t none of them ate
Foreign too fast I call em graffiti they spray up the site and peel like paint
All in yo ass like a bikini
You better start thinkin before you go hate (true story)
My lil bitch stay with a new story
I told her just slide with a new shorty
New hater red lasers on new 40s
Get handled news channel a new story
Niggas know I’m anti fuck shit
Better be on anti tough shit
I done seen so much, I can’t trust shit
I done leaned too much, I can’t function, aye

[Hook]
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in some anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit
And I’m with a anti boring bitch
Foreign shit, run up catch a anti short clip
Better be on anti smoke shit
Fo’nem on anti joke shit
You not like me we can’t hang together
I make it rain you can’t change the weather
She think she cold I could make her better
I keep a roll I could get whateva
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in sum anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit

[Verse 1]
Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

[Verse 2]
Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don’t need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

[Bridge]
You’re asking me will my love grow
I don’t know, I don’t know
You stick around and it may show
I don’t know, I don’t know

[Solo]

[Verse 3]
Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how