Top Songs By Open Mike Eagle
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Open Mike Eagle
Performer
Michael Eagle
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Eagle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
lalive
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
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, "Fuck 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 naw"
Even when I'm by myself
[Verse 1]
I was shattered in the early '90s
Clean wings and a dirty mind
In South Africa in '39
It's people fighting in a foreign war
So what's the smallest people can divide?
Where's my heart? Where'd my ankle go?
There's some missing pieces of the spine
I left a little piece at 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 Hoenheim
And that's the only way I'd sniff a line
Me bumping me again, it's Christmas time
Every evening by myself, meeting
Memorizing mental health secrets
'Cause I'd be 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, orangutang jewelry
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
I make various hand movements
Experiments not proven
I remember American Bandstand
I'm a nappier, hairier Batman
On Apollo, I was scared of the Sandman
My earth is not hollow
America's next dropped bottle
Humans lead and bots follow
You and me were not coddled
I got ruined knees, I might hobble, fuck!
I don't know what to watch
Some old sitcom that must have flopped
My inner dialogue cuss a lot
I watched the videos Busta shot
I meant to write, but I musta not
It's sensitive, don't touch the spot
My tongues tied in a double knot
I'm like Sublime, loving's what I got
I wrote some raps about the Juggernaut
And float like Oswald Cobblepot
At the end, when he, you know
Written by: Michael Eagle