Whiskey and Push-Ups Open Mike Eagle

[Chorus]
My telephone is listenin' and trackin' all my moves
I’m surrounded by my enemies and don’t know what to do
I got good news, I got eye-witness
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I’m prayin' that my liver can keep filterin' this booze
I’m surrounded by your darkness and regardless what I choose
I got good news, I got eye-witness
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups
I drink whiskey and do push-ups

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m back in my dumb bag, don't scroll past
Gotta double back, give it a double tap and thumb drag yeah
Back on my cold shit, that old spit, that baggier clothes fit
But no happy faces, lasers, and glow sticks though
My vision salient grey, I visit aliens and aim
At African Methodist Episcopalia, I
I’m in my Dropbox, downloading Comstock at high-speed
No need to brown-nose or hob-nob, naw
I’m an unlicensed architect and Martian tech is hidden in the verses, so fiends search for the carpet specks, dang!
Catch me deep in my language bag
Reverse the earth’s spin fast to I can change the past
Black specter, [?] like back catcher’s hands
Put a crowd in a frenzy like masked Mexican wrestlers can
He’s a top guy, as high as a pop-fly
Can go full gremlin or hide, nice as a Mogwai
So don’t feed me after or midnight or feed me at all
I’m kinda tired of tryna reason with y’all