Someplace Quiet - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]

I tried to keep it cool on the car ride

I didn't wanna drool on the barfly

I can see the tag on your undergarments

And your bag from the Walmart gun department

Your breath is incendiary

It smells like sex in a cemetery

When I try to cross your riverbanks

I'm given blankets infected with dysentery

Complex but your visions vary

You vote left and don't question the military

I wanna comb for the nuance

And sort it all out from the perspective of missionary

We've been trapped in this club for years

The same all-American sudsy beers

I hear the bass thump unplug my ears

I'm still trying to figure out your dumb brassiere

Would you ever like to visit space?

Or see a rap guy who doesn't make a rigid face?

You could ride with your people, fly with an Eagle

Or stay in a pigeon's place

I used to hate this side of you

I couldn't 'preciate how you ride with fools

I was like "these people hate women"

And then I peeped the escapism

[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle]

I wanna go someplace quiet

Your garage or someplace like it

So I can get something private off

I wanna go someplace quiet

Your backseat or someplace like it

So I can get something private off

[Verse 2: ?]

Like you ain't rockin' at Blowed and getting [?]

You ain't about the money, you only about the fans, and

You not tryna get me out the club, into my pants

Like all dudes ain't in the same plate, just in different acts

You lookin' at me like you think I'm down with your program

Like I'mma just come over and bobblehead on your snowman

Like I ain't just a [?], I'mma leave here with your broke ass

Hot breath all in my ear, nice and white but I'mma pass

Ring the alarm, please, someone call security

I came to have a drink not be harassed intellectually

Honestly, for real, dude, it's kinda startin' to bug me

All this conversation just to get close to my love things

Either way it goes you're kinda knockin' on some "not now"

Wrong message, wrong place, dude, chill the fuck out

Righteous intellectual, writin' fuckin' art raps

We in the club to dance, professor tryna teach a class

[Bridge: ?]

Pump your brakes, kid, I just got here

Don't need your breath all hot up on my ear

Don't really care what you kickin' and it's clear

Cause we standin' by the speaker and I cannot even hear

Chill out, folks, cause we all chillin' here

Don't need your front all pressed up on my rear

You sellin' something or you want something, it's clear

You got some kinda angle even if it's only square

[Verse 3: Open Mike Eagle]

I remember all the kites flown

From your two-way pager to your iPhone

I remember them striped dresses

With the long-ass split for your thigh's presence

You always say you ain't stayin' long

Just tryna hear that one J Davey song

That kinda anticipation to dance is what these damn DJs prey upon

So give me rum in a coconut

I'd share some but I'm broke as fuck

And call one cab for the both of us

And one sub sandwich to soak it up

Your heart's set on fancy stars

So I drove like a NASCAR champion

Now I'm in Zanzibar panicking

This goddamn bar tab's gargantuan

[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle]

I wanna go someplace quiet

Your garage or someplace like it

So I can get something private off

I wanna go someplace quiet

Your backseat or someplace like it

So I can get something private off