[Intro: Open Mike Eagle]
Yo
One, two

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
I'm half ghost, half baby
The fat lady sang, it was bars I ghost-wrote
Tryna make my way to Mars so I can sell dope guilt free
Project buildings built me
And I done felt everything except free
It's too much trauma, it's not a rom-com
Countin' the dust bunnies on the end of the pom poms
Big Mom's oxtails, get down Roswell
Swans get carpet bombed with blonde bombshells
I used to hate Los Angeles
I'm scared of police, it's part of a weight loss regimen
And I'm spared from false radio hellos
Makin' sure the bass slaps, Ndegeocello
In my hood, watch for enemy headbands
Sick folks cop glittery bedpans
Hand in my nose like I'm literally Redman
You do the homework
My corner's so flamed up, my Bluetooth don't work
Got caught trying to pay for a YouTube growth spurt
That's illegal
Holder of the latch key, fool, I wrote the jingle
Call her, get a bonus, make it a maxi single
I talk big shit, but not quite bilingual
Tell my grandkids the regular flu was hot
Dude's hid in a computer, duckin' a booster shot
You saw it too, but you forgot
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