Hymnal Lyrics - Open Mike Eagle

So. . . sleepy 

When I snap my fingers 

To thine own self, be felt-tip 

Hip as a belt clip 

With a helmet fit for helpless feels 

If you can help it 

Reassess the unarmed 

Leave refreshed and unharmed 

Bring milk and honey to the funny farm 

See the rest become charmed dumb 

"An apple a day," what apple sellers say 

I was brought into this world with the instinct to back the hell away 

And the will to write a rap song as long as an Alaskan day 

To fight to balance those two feels is a personal passion play 

But so what? 

Flying fucks is thrown at rolling doughnuts 

My feet is cold, but so what? 

Cause I'm bold enough to show up 

I-- what's the hold up- 

-side down, ketchup bottle speed 

Uncoordinated, running with pigeon toes and knobby knees 

God damn it, folks will follow me 

Bucket of random body parts 

Master of the sloppy arts 

Like Kindergartners trying to be done 

Big dumb-dumb trying to fly to the sun 

I'm dried up and look at what I have become 

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Sing it like a church song 

Like a old-time prayer from a dead man written on a notebook 

Draw with a ink pen 

Like it doesn't even matter if it go, god damn it, it's the first time 

Make it like a mistake 

Sing it like a church song 

Written when the shit wasn't going right 

Sing it like it don't hurt 

Like it can't break 

Like it's this big 

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I ain't no chili pepper 

I ain't got mama's gun 

I ain't in Evanescence 

I ain't in All-4-One 

I got a dumb agenda 

Can't even make a plan 

If you remember the moment come here and shake my hand 

I ain't no chili pepper 

I ain't got mama's gun 

I ain't in Evanescence 

I ain't an awful one 

I got a dumb agenda 

Can't even make a plan 

If you remember the moment come here and shake my hand 

Sing it like a church song 

Like a old-time prayer from a dead man written on a notebook 

Draw with a ink pen 

Like it doesn't even matter if it go, god damn it, it's the first time 

Make it like a mistake 

Sing it like a church song 

Written when the shit wasn't going right 

Sing it like it don't hurt 

Like it can't break 

Like it's this big 

I'd rather be hiding alone like some Ewoks 

Up in tree tops 

Creeping around like I'm T-Boz 

Steeping the grounds in my teapots 

But I'm Steve Jobs 

On my Apple updating my E-Shops 

Eat a apple a day, take a brief pause 

Take a nap, lie awake in-between sobs 

Then I rap and I pray and the grief stops 

My ego take cheap shots 

Can't believe how she speak to me 

She talks like it's neat pushing buttons like key fobs 

Well good day, bitch, I'm writing this beat knocks 

Tryna pen classes like Reeboks 

Or Greek thoughts or a Fleet Fox 

And teach a good message like Aesop's 

That stick to my skin just like grease spots 

So forget all the things that my dreams cost 

Yeah, I'm getting my kicks, fuck some clean socks 

Ice cold, we living like freeze pops 

Cause I'm gonna take licks while I defrost 

Divest from your demons, and weak stocks 

And invest in your team 'til your scene pops 

It might mean wearing jeans 'til the seam pops 

But don't wait like Dre did with Detox 

No hate hinder me, I will clean clocks 

Like today, I can't play, I don't give fucks 

I won't change what I say, take your screenshots 

Yeah, I'm just being me that's what she wants 

And this might seem weird cause a dream stops 

When you wake up but for the sake of 

Finding peace, no sleep when you dream jobs 

Now please, go be who you dream of