[Intro]
Ahh
Ow
Uh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
I got a keep a facade
I got a play it cool
Like when you with a girl and she go away to school
Gonna get a leather shirt, my stomach never hurts
Strong face, strong jaw, shown through my competitors
I tear my ACL, and wouldn’t even limp
I keep my head up high, so I can read the blimps
Don’t even scream if something hot burns my finger tips
I just wait a couple seconds then I reattempt
Had a weird childhood, my sh** was wild hood
But crying ain’t my style cause I can smile good
I don’t take sh** personal, I don’t get jealous
You can leave my name off, you can misspell it
I ain’t with yelling
I ain’t even mad
I ain’t screaming, catching feelings, and breathing bad, yeah
My favorite phrase is “so what?”
I’m stone-cut, I’m bad to the bone, no need to blow up
Calm before the storm or something
I ain’t cried since ’94 or something
[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle]
My legs tired cause I been running things
That sh** is exhausting, I’m in a ton of pain
But I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling
Tryna write fire, my pen full of flame
That sh** burned my hand, I’m in a ton of pain
But I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling
[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]
I won’t sweat it, it happened to brothers every year
I hit my thumb with a hammer and wouldn’t shed a tear, yeah
Still waters, I’m running real deep
Airplane hit turbulence, sh**, I’m still ‘sleep
I hit my knee on the bed corner and run a sprint
I cried once, but haven’t for every summer since
For those of you that’s doubting, I take it that far
I had an asthma attack during the last bar
[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle]
My legs tired cause I been running things
That sh** is exhausting, I’m in a ton of pain
But I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling
Tryna write fire, my pen full of flame
That sh** burned my hand, I’m in a ton of pain
But I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling
[Verse 3: Open Mike Eagle]
You ain’t coming then send a note
That sh** get to me, I pretend it don’t
I gotta keep a facade
I gotta play it cool
Like when you with a girl and she away in school
Gonna get a leather shirt, my stomach never hurts
Strong face, strong jaw, shown through my competitors
It ain’t me in this spot, wishing it could’ve been
The homie got that sh**, well f**ing good for him
[Outro]
That part
Right there