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letra de open book - tropidelic

[verse 1: james begin]
the highways underp-ss is full of sh-tty tags
and we can navigate the city without no map
so many faces on the sidewalk that bring back
memories of times before i’d even written one rap
happy to be back. i never felt trapped
it’s blurred together now the road and home are overlapped
i laid my head in every city on the map and it’s a gift and a curse to never feel attached
i started off with so much ambition
but really i’d be happy with some food in the kitchen
so good things stay hidden, good times good riddance
for one minute let’s pretend our fate isn’t already written
so long to day jobs and clear thoughts
i already don’t remember what i’m talking ‘bout
but it’s whatever long as we’re all here together
and we’ll tell them that we only stayed in cleveland for the weather

[chorus]
sometimes i feel hopeless
sometimes i’m misunderstood
sometimes i feel broken
but i’ll always be an open book
sometimes i feel hopeless
sometimes i’m misunderstood
sometimes i feel broken
but i’ll always be an open book

[verse 2: johnny 5]
feet on the ground head in the clouds
moving in and out of jet streams
brainstorm spinning around
more than a wet dream
when in doubt send in the clowns to do the s-x scene
flip scripts read ‘em aloud
and if we’re on the same page then n0body has to act hard
let your guard down shine together like blackstar
i’ve been speaking spanish and swahili in my backyard
when i spit my last bar
i just wanna know that i was doing what i did best
redefine success
2020 vision all eyes on the midwest
power to the people raise a fist yes
whether you religious or just p-ssed off and don’t got sh-t left
i see you and i raise you
if the acapella’s not compelling tracks won’t save you
but this is tropidelic so you got to feel it, praise due
whether you been overlooked or never truly overstood
i’ll tell you everything i know i’m an open book

[verse 3: matthew roads]
i’m detached and disenchanted with the fact
that the world’s moving too fast for me to relax
if i wasn’t on the road, i think i’d probably relapse
but all this being on the road just gives me panic attacks
i never win, i often lose
there’s consequence to what you chose and it’s hard to do
every time i catch a glimpse it just always seems to fade
in a way i feel hopeless

- tropidelic

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