Open Book - Tropidelic, Flobots

The highways underpass is full of shitty tags

And we can navigate the city without no map

So many faces on the sidewalk that bring back

Memories of times before I’d even written one rap

Happy to be back.

I never felt trapped

It’s blurred together now the road and home are overlapped

I laid my head in every city on the map and it’s a gift and a curse to never

feel attached

I started off with so much ambition

But really I’d be happy with some food in the kitchen

So good things stay hidden, good times good riddance

For one minute let’s pretend our fate isn’t already written

So long to day jobs and clear thoughts

I already don’t remember what I’m talking ‘bout

But it’s whatever long as we’re all here together

And we’ll tell them that we only stayed in Cleveland for the weather

Sometimes I feel hopeless

Sometimes I’m misunderstood

Sometimes I feel broken

But I’ll always be an open book

Sometimes I feel hopeless

Sometimes I’m misunderstood

Sometimes I feel broken

But I’ll always be an open book

Feet on the ground head in the clouds

Moving in and out of jet streams

Brainstorm spinning around

More than a wet dream

When in doubt send in the clowns to do the sex scene

Flip scripts read ‘em aloud

And if we’re on the same page then nobody has to act hard

Let your guard down shine together like Blackstar

I’ve been speaking Spanish and Swahili in my backyard

When I spit my last bar

I just wanna know that I was doing what I did best

Redefine success

2020 vision all eyes on the Midwest

Power to the people raise a fist yes

Whether you religious or just pissed off and don’t got shit left

I see you and I raise you

If the acapella’s not compelling tracks won’t save you

But this is Tropidelic so you got to feel it, praise due

Whether you been overlooked or never truly overstood

I’ll tell you everything I know I’m an open book

Sometimes I feel hopeless

Sometimes I’m misunderstood

Sometimes I feel broken

But I’ll always be an open book

Sometimes I feel hopeless

Sometimes I’m misunderstood

Sometimes I feel broken

But I’ll always be an open book

I’m detached and disenchanted with the fact

That the world’s moving too fast for me to relax

If I wasn’t on the road, I think I’d probably relapse

But all this being on the road just gives me panic attacks

I never win, I often lose

There’s consequence to what you chose and it’s hard to do

Every time I catch a glimpse it just always seems to fade

In a way I feel hopeless

Sometimes I feel hopeless

Sometimes I’m misunderstood

Sometimes I feel broken

But I’ll always be an open book

Sometimes I feel hopeless

Sometimes I’m misunderstood

Sometimes I feel broken

But I’ll always be an open book