Текст Open Mike Eagle – Eat Your Feelings

Open Mike Eagle:
I ain’t never ate like this before
You don’t understand
You don’t know what I’ve been through

I threw up in a food desert
Ate dirt, I’ma do better
Ya’ll old school, I got knew cheddar
I said fuck food, I’ma choose sweaters, yeah
I bought me a rolly, so I could eat the stones
I’m poppin’ little bitty bottles, cause I drink cologne
What that mean? It mean yesterday I ain’t have things
I was tired of having these black beans
So today I’m eatin’ that flat screen, yeah
On my boulevard, we ain’t got no cookie jar
For desert we eatin’ Michael Jordan rookie cards
That’s big league
Money salad, that shit’s green
And I’m home, snackin’ on comic books
Amazin’ fantasy, fifteen
Feed me fashion, I’m Galactus
Chewin’ on your universe
Keep your sushi, I’m too bougie
Fry me up that Gucci purse
They said dinner’s at 9, I pushed for earlier
I pushed the menus aside and said cook this furniture

Video Dave:
I got that brand new money
Yeah, I just got paid

Method Man:
I don’t eat food, no, I eat the plates
All the forks and knives
‘Fore we speak the grace
Want the birthday candles
I don’t need the cake
I bite the hand that feeds me
‘Fore I eat the grapes, yeah
Expensive taste
I eat Louis sandals and even Gucci
Groupies with edible drawers
But we just eat the coochie
My ex, ha, if I eat the cookies, that’s X-box
Little Playstation with some red hot
She got junk food and I’m Red Fox, yeah
If only barbie knew
She’d bar me from the Bar-B-Que
After I eat the bar and grill
I might eat barbie too
Yeah that white girl
That tie laces too tight girl
With a snack or meal
She with the man of steel
So I keep on feedin’ her pipe, girl
Put that crack up on a cracker
Then I feed it to the birds
Make a rapper eat a wrapper
Then I make him eat his words
Come eat these nouns and verbs
Get what you now deserve
I sprinkle sugar on shhh
And call it Brown ‘N Serve