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Correct Leave People Alone Lyrics
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[Intro: Open Mike Eagle] I’ma tell you not to tell other people what to do That is a specialized massick trick- magic, not massick Magic trick You have to be an adept to pull this off Or put it on [Hook: Open Mike Eagle] Wash your hands, make no demands Try to mind your own business Wash your hands, make no demands Try to mind your own business It ain't even cold, people layer up And lady luck gave a fuck what you making up Sometimes pain's even smaller than a paper cut And while you all up in her face she done faced enough In LA people judge you if you take the bus And rich folks say "Hey, come to space with us!" What? [Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] You should be polite you big dummy Shut the fuck up and let that bank get money Look around your house for paintings left crooked Fix 'em, and when you done keep pushing And maybe there's some dust around your couch cushions Try to know your congressman without looking Try to know what bills is wild and outlandish And who's on what committee for house action I don't know either, you just seem bored Fox News shows and bowls of cream corn Now I'm being judgemental, I get so pissed Fuck political talk, you don't know shit Fuck subliminal talk, you don't know shit Conspiracy theorists, stop, you don't know shit Alex Jones and Glenn Beck are like peers Modern profiteers of a cultural fear [Hook: Open Mike Eagle] Wash your hands, make no demands Try to mind your own business Wash your hands, make no demands Try to mind your own business It ain't even cold, people layer up And lady luck gave a fuck what you making up Sometime pain's even smaller than a paper cut And while you all up in her face she done faced enough In LA people judge you if you take the bus And rich folks say "Hey, come to space with us!" What? [Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle] Hi it's me again, hi Sometimes I don't even know why I say things All my heroes are singers that can't sing I wanna paint things but can't hold still I miss my grandmother's smile and her oatmeal When I fuck up I know how a goat feels Remember when the homie Driver dropped RoadKill? That shit was so ill and he's a friend now The troglodyte won, now he's prehensile Or maybe troglodytes was to begin with Somebody turns to the “t's” in the appendix Since I don't make much, I'ma spend thrift I used to write dumb raps about pen spits And now I write about dumb experiences But they're very rarely the ones I have They're usually some other people's or they're just completely imaginary [Outro: Charlie Brooker] What is it that you're so afraid of anyway? It's no secret to anybody that the news is just a constant battering ram of fear-mongering If you wanna be terrified, there's never-ending coverage to make ya scared shit-less Juvenile heart-attacks, could it be your child? Is someone masturbating in your sandwich at the local diner? You might not think so, but this horror movie graphic will change your mind Can you get pig flu from pork chops? No The calls are coming from inside the house!
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