The Curse of Hypervigilance (In Politics, Romance, and Cohabitation) - Open Mike Eagle, Paul White

You came through town in an old Jeep

Looking like 1997

Won a few hearts with a bold speech

Talking 'bout let’s go find the weapons

Talking 'bout let’s be good again

And looking like all niggas ever wanted oh

Big time bank hand wins again

We get a new name plate but they own the Office

Feels so good when we go to auction

Four year lease with a low deposit

Get a hundred loans so you can go to college

Your diploma’s rolled into a polish sausage

Umpteenth time we believe the theater

Wished upon a piece of meteor

While the greediest men, they needed disguise

But here’s a news flash: the media lies

Dang

I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it all

Shoulda known, shoulda known (x2)

How long was you pent up

Your little pinch of defense sucks

You was an early bird to the 33rd

But that certain word was you tensed up

And I know cause I’m watching too close

Like a type-2 dude with food with mad glucose

Hark!

who goes there?

I’m centurian

I’d be curious as my caesarian section

Alas shit look mysterious

Inside-quakes coulda shook the pyramids

Searching between all the Cushion areas

I warned you I wish you took me serious

Deleterious been dropping facts

They got co-conspirators so watch your back

And I’m paranoid so you can not relax

And I never holla so don’t holla back

You put some shit in my mashed potatoes

The list of suspects is just you

You put a scratch on my Masekela

Put a tiny rock on my left shoe

Put smelly shit on my car keys

Sticky shit in my Arizona

Shrunk my shirt so the arms squeeze

Hid my miniature Testarossa