79th And Stony Island Song Lyrics

79th And Stony Island by Open Mike Eagle

One, two
I used to stand on a phonebook
The turnover off the no-look
Shook ’em cold as a ghost foot
I used to cry when I wrote hooks
[?] in my notebook
Everything’s high octane
I like to hide in the quatrain
Sell it for high on the blockchain
But no keys fit the keyhole
Pick up the team like a veto
Tall, we big as a bean pole
I seen a checklist, we done several
He made a spoon outta gunmetal
I picked a daisy to one petal
And do they love me or love me not?
I got the answer, I’m unsettled
I made a wish on the dishwater
I want a nap and a big offer
I love rap, it’s a bit awkward
I got whooped with a PRO-Ked
I did a stroll called the broke leg
Shout out to werewolves and dopeheads, yeah

Burn whatever it was (What it was)
Dream was hung from a dream (From a dream)
See the monster in me (See the monster)
See the monster in me (See the monster)
Cold American [?] (It’s cold)
Dream American dream (Dream a dream)
Come see the monster in me (See the monster)
Come see the monster in me

One, two, one, two, one, two
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh sh*t, one time, ok
Go again, here we go, f**k, ok, again

I think the quick turns ruin us
I used to love Big Bird, then I saw his n-word supercut
And Kanye gets to me and then I watch his documentary
I’m in a weird place mentally
And don’t be ignorance is bliss-ing me
If you ignore him, then you dissing me
About the earl that can’t see straight
It’s Golden Girls but no cheesecake
A cold world with no beach break
My face broke like I’m beefcake
I stay woke, I don’t sleep great
I’m in a weird place creatively
And Dave and Rift keep saving me
Every Wednesday faithfully
We used to pop like turbo
And said whatever till the world blow
And then the motherf**king world blew
I still got the same worldview
A brain full of old-school rules
And memories, like flesh wounds
The cure isn’t in a test tube
It’s the sound of my son belly laughing in the next room
I never say “God bless you”

Burn whatever it was (What it was)
Dream was hung from a dream (From a dream)
See the monster in me (See the monster)
See the monster in me (See the monster)
Cold American [?] (It’s cold)
Dream American dream (Dream a dream)
Come see the monster in me (See the monster)
Come see the monster in me
Burn whatever it was
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dream American dream
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Jehru before that, Me, Not The Paper
I can say that too, I do this for me, not the paper
There is no paper here
You are listening to WHPK 88.5FM
This is HPK
You have WHPK 88.5FM in Chicago
Open your eyes
We have to tell you that some of the music you hear during the rap show may be deemed offensive. So don’t you feel it’s necessary, in order not to be offended
Go ‘head, you gon’ hit ’em off with something
Yeah I’ll do a little something, you know what I’m saying?
I don’t got no music
You ain’t got no music?