Open Mike Eagle - Daydreaming In The Projects lyrics

(Da-da, da-da, da da) [Verse 1] So don’t be mad at me I used to breathe asthmatically No strategy for whenever brain Gets going, counting the stars through the growing pains You’re to blame For the bill, take a sugar pill Over the counter d**, the ones n***as couldn’t feel Like the wooden wheel Ben switched the island with Long, stretched hair Head high like a lion sit Yeah, I’m trying to get it But where did it go Its under 10 inches of the lake effect snow But Imma do whatever it takes so let’s go Let’s go to the projects, let’s go to the moon Shout to Aes Rock for calling out my spoons Shout to hip hoppers I met in high school Y’all saved my life Thursday afternoons [Chorus] (This goes out to) Ghetto children, making codewords In the projects around the world Ghetto children, fighting dragons In the projects around the world [Verse 2] Don’t overlook it though You gotta know what you couldn’t know Yeah I’m good to gone, head scrutinize Put your gloves on and dig for a new surprise It might be supersized, use all your muscles Get in front of the groove just like a hustle, improve The fight or scuffle, stay sharp for the moment I rhyme for survival so the art is a bonus I was sparked into motion back when carson was hosting Everything is better when you dont know nothing I’m grown so I’m always disgusted All these discussions online is mayonnaise versus mustard Mayonnaise people think French can’t be trusted Mustard people think eggs is all busted But f** it We in it for the pattern interruptions [Chorus] (This goes out to the) Ghetto children, hacking networks In the projects around the world Ghetto children, splicing cable In the projects around the world [Verse 3] So don’t be mad at me I overthink things radically King tragedy Prince everlong Never shake up my eight-ball cause it’s never wrong I sing whatever song I damn well please Vintage 5deez or tempted by squeeze My dispensary’s closed and I meant to buy weed I’m salty at the airport in security Tragic is the story of the cookie face king Long black trench on the roof like Sting Pointing bats at my enemies let it be known Pull up at the show hitting every orange cone I park where I want but I cry if I’m towed I dont really know where it’s right to buy clothes Unregulated labor made all that I own Can I make an impact if I strike the right tone And keep saying words into microphones It goes [Chorus] Ghetto children Solving problems In the projects around the world