Open Book Tropidelic (Ft. Flobots)

[Verse 1: James Begin]
The highways underpass is full of shitty tags
And we can navigate the city without no map
So many faces on the sidewalk that bring back
Memories of times before I’d even written one rap
Happy to be back. I never felt trapped
It’s blurred together now the road and home are overlapped
I laid my head in every city on the map and it’s a gift and a curse to never feel attached
I started off with so much ambition
But really I’d be happy with some food in the kitchen
So good things stay hidden, good times good riddance
For one minute let’s pretend our fate isn’t already written
So long to day jobs and clear thoughts
I already don’t remember what I’m talking ‘bout
But it’s whatever long as we’re all here together
And we’ll tell them that we only stayed in Cleveland for the weather

[Chorus]
Sometimes I feel hopeless
Sometimes I'm misunderstood
Sometimes I feel broken
But I'll always be an open book
Sometimes I feel hopeless
Sometimes I'm misunderstood
Sometimes I feel broken
But I'll always be an open book