No Selling (Uncle Butch Pretending It Dont Hurt) - Open Mike Eagle

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

I got a keep a facade

I got a play it cool

Like when you with a girl and she go away to school

Gonna get a leather shirt, my stomach never hurts

Strong face, strong jaw, shown through my competitors

I tear my ACL, and wouldn’t even limp

I keep my head up high, so I can read the blimps

Don’t even scream if something hot burns my finger tips

I just wait a couple seconds then I reattempt

Had a weird childhood, my shit was wild hood

But crying ain’t my style cause I can smile good

I don’t take shit personal, I don’t get jealous

You can leave my name off, you can misspell it

I ain’t with yelling

I ain’t even mad

I ain’t screaming, catching feelings, and breathing bad, yeah

My favorite phrase is «so what?»

I’m stone-cut, I’m bad to the bone, no need to blow up

Calm before the storm or something

I ain’t cried since '94 or something

My legs tired cause I been running things

That shit is exhausting, I’m in a ton of pain

But I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling

Tryna write fire, my pen full of flame

That shit burned my hand, I’m in a ton of pain

But I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling

I won’t sweat it, it happened to brothers every year

I hit my thumb with a hammer and wouldn’t shed a tear, yeah

Still waters, I’m running real deep

Airplane hit turbulence, shit, I’m still 'sleep

I hit my knee on the bed corner and run a sprint

I cried once, but haven’t for every summer since

For those of you that’s doubting, I take it that far

I had an asthma attack during the last bar

My legs tired cause I been running things

That shit is exhausting, I’m in a ton of pain

But I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling

Tryna write fire, my pen full of flame

That shit burned my hand, I’m in a ton of pain

But I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling

You ain’t coming then send a note

That shit get to me, I pretend it don’t

I gotta keep a facade

I gotta play it cool

Like when you with a girl and she away in school

Gonna get a leather shirt, my stomach never hurts

Strong face, strong jaw, shown through my competitors

It ain’t me in this spot, wishing it could’ve been

The homie got that shit, well fucking good for him

That part

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