[Intro: Open Mike Eagle]

Blah, blah, blah

One, two, one, two, blah

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Check, one, yo

[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle]

Fridays got the bread but Thursdays got the energy

Particles move shit but waves got the energy

Pinky can get it crackin' but Brain's got the memory

(One, two, one, two)

Fridays got the bread but Thursdays got the energy

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]

I'm hatin' them turns in Laurel Canyon

I'm stranded, which side is I'm on?

Susan Sarandon is candid

These brothers talk shit then they abandon, it's rancid

And I'm still tryin' to get paid like Ed O'Bannon

You would think that they fired me from a cannon

I did the Triple Lindy then I landеd

I started rockin' simply then expandеd

This execution's iffy but I planned it

I protect it if it gives me an advantage

Still want to be the greatest MC on the planet

Yeah, 'cause I'm immature

If I can name my own sicknesses then it's cured

I'm finished at high ninety-percentage pure

COVID makin' it impossible to finish tour

[Verse 2: Eshu Tune]

Rocket League addiction, need a brand new engine

Team player, gotta perfect my speed boost, flip or stay now

Move later, jump back into the river

After makin' a whole big deal 'bout not swimmin'

My folks from the 'Sip like K.R.I.T

Memories of our solar summers from when I was a kid

Might cop some land out there just to chase the feelin' again

Caught on the hook, fill up the cooler with catfish

Proceed to grill 'em with kin

Now slow this beat to BPM twenty-four-a

Grind my teeth down 'til the nerves are showin'

Use to rap gibberish with Explora Dora

At Grog Shop, Cleveland hope was damn vultures

Spongebob in Miami, Knitting Factory had Alvin

All the shows had energy, sound quality was ragged

Used to shoplift belts from Morrisville's TJ Max

That's a filler bar, yeah, this the end of my rap

Eshu Tune

[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle]

Fridays got the bread but Thursdays got the energy

Particles move shit but waves got the energy

Pinky can get it crackin' but Brain's got the memory

Fridays got the bread but Thursdays got the energy

[Verse 3: Still Rift]

My grudge is generational curse

Swear on the books we bound

My people generational first

Ring like the hooks we found ourselves

Repeating ourselves, repeating ourselves, repeating points

Straight lines curve directly to hell

And back with gasoline drawls, my flaws are focused fact for principle

My interest grows like giants from the miniscule

Group think to individual

I'm caught inside like prizes in the cereal

If Mikey likes it life is immaterial

The cloth we're cut from tailors to the criminal

Smoother than the operator

Hater from the genesis of Genesis, what, I can't dance?

Who takes me home at the end of this? A fire starter

Carrie holds the torch 'cause she's my daughter (Uh-huh, ayy)

[Verse 4: Video Dave]

I'm more official than a whistle-blow

I tore a tissue with my grizzled nose

Ignore the misuse of my little home

A clean place to sleep and shit and store my brittle bones (Ayy)

I seen Hakeem do the Dream Shake

I seen Raheem make the mistake of trustin' Bishop

I seen that Bishop had two pistols in his waistline

Continuity mistakes make my brain go haywire

Hey, I'm tryin' to concentrate

My J, sincerely like to thank you

Do therapists really say, "Hey, now that's a breakthrough"

Or is that just some TV shit?

When I grow up I want to be the shit

Top cat close friends get to call him TC

Knock back a couple stems and watch some olden TV

Why are you grillin' me? Meltin' out the chill in me

Santa tried to plant a camera deep inside the chimney

But he ain't realize Rudolph is a spy, Blitzen's gettin' high

Smoking mistletoe

I'm more official than a whistle-blow