Qualified - Sammus, Open Mike Eagle

Am I qualified, qualified?

Am I qualified, qualified?

Am I qualified, qualified?

I’m staring into his eyes

And he’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever met

Then my burdens arrive

They’re killing my vibe

Burning inside like a cigarette

Figured that he will not want to be intimate

I tell him sometimes I’m not into men

He says, «That's okay

You’re wonderful like a bouquet!»

And then we climb into bed

We hug and we kiss a lot

And it hits the spot

I tell him I love him

He tell me he love me

I tell him to get in my tummy

I’m yelling «I'm cumming!»

But it’s more than the sex—he claims that I’m great that I’m really amazing

But a couple more days in, I dunno, will he still say the same thing?

Am I qualified, qualified?

Am I qualified, qualified?

Hell if I know

But I’m terrified you

Will uncover my soul

And I’ll run inside

Then I’ll wanna hide

Wonder what did I do?

Wonder what did I do?

Am I qualified?

Check my qualifiers

Like I’m Open Mike… but I’m hella tired

In terms of my music things seem to be going okay but I’m not really sure

Like what if I lose it?

How will I know what I’m making is not some manure?

I lock myself in peeking under the doors

Yes I will admit that it’s tough to endure

The feeling I might hit a ceiling

Revealing that it won’t be long 'til the cracks start appearing

I’m filling the holes like the backs of an earring

'Til slowly it grows and the gaps is apparent

My fans will stage a big a coup d’etat

They’re chanting, they’re yelling, «Oh you a flop!»

Then they chew me out like I’m food for thought

I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop

Am I qualified, qualified?

Am I qualified, qualified?

Hell if I know

But I’m terrified you

Will uncover my soul

And I’ll run inside

Then I’ll wanna hide

Wonder what did I do?

Wonder what did I do?

Why would I guess?

What if the answer is yes?

Then if they’re impressed

Then why would I stress?

'Cuz questioning keeps me depressed

Reaching a deepening mess

'Cuz weak is the flesh but flesh is what’s here though

My soul’s an invisible hero

When I need something real in my earholes

'Cuz my positive feelings is zero

And I feel like I’m 300 years old

Got a weird cold and the fear folds

Me in different dimensions

I’m bigger than what I appear though

If the beer’s cold

Then I’m drinking it 'cuz it lets me hold

When I’m thinking that different people

Have been given the picks for the keyholes

When we knowing that shit is ridiculous

Dang!

Am I qualified, qualified?

Am I qualified, qualified?

Hell if I know

But I’m terrified you

Will uncover my soul

And I’ll run inside

Then I’ll wanna hide

Wonder what did I do?

Wonder what did I do?