American Religion (Celebrity Reduction Prayer) Open Mike Eagle

[Produced by: Oddisee]

[Intro]
La-la-la-la-la
I know I invited you, I still want you to leave now
This is a whole long thing just telling you to leave my mind, leave

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
I woke up down in this dungeon
I've made mistakes in my judgments
I've built you up in my head this is my prayer for your reduction
You're not my aunt, uncle or cousin
Not your nephew or your husband
You think just 'cause you buzzin' you got licence but you doesn't
I hugged you like a glo-worm, come down now cause it's your turn
I ain't got nothing but time I like that long haul to that slow burn
I did too much of my homework
Killed my confidence with this research
I've put people on pedestals ego's reaction is knee-jerk
I'm trying to work on my weakness
It's not all roses and peaches, it's no secret
I've found myself in a funk for a whole weekend
Over email failures and DMs
"Did they get that shit? Should I re-send?"
What should I do when I see them?
Talk all soft and passive like Cleveland
Even wise men can go mindless
Voluntarily rocking them blinders
It generates all this shyness calling some other human your highness
They forgot about when they punched clocks
With Capri Suns in their lunchbox
Bad haircut with them sunspots
Drank fruit punch and wore dumb socks, yeah!