Murrel - Open Mic Lyrics

My opportunities almost always get blown
Like the cartridges from them fucking old Nintendo's
Known to be the type to close doors to open windows
Nowadays watching most my friends grow they rolling in dough
Meanwhile I'm sitting here blowing them smoke
Hitting me up for them open mics like don't forget bro
Wish I could muster up the courage for the moment and go
Cuz I know I could tear that muhfucking show up if so
I can feel the confidence stirring right under my nose
It's on the tip of my tongue clearing up the lump in my throat
I can feel that this war is finally coming to blows
For those lucky to know I got some fucking punches to throw
This a quarterback business so short you can't ever really
Afford to pass in it first or your last truly to be
Sworn as transcendent takes more than rap metaphors and them
Corny ass gimmicks I've cycled out and tour'd de France'd
This mortal man image I've worn that mask since way back
Before the pandemic now I perform the dance like I'm
Jordan and Pippen and those so borderland trying to
Form the bad pistons bitch I'm much more advanced than your
Boring ambition so if you score the chance to ever
Order that hit then you had better pour the bag and put
Four them bands in it hope a Florida man get it
Just telling my sons I don't do abortions at clinics
Dobson just hit me up told me pick him up
Ring my boy Ricky up like I'm in the front
If this what they really want finna give em some
Whipping to Wixom litted blunt with the fucking windows up
What oh ya'll didn't get enough
I been laying Indica now I'm laying into ya
But she won't let you hit it once she told me to hit it twice
Damn she got some fucking cake I'ma go and get a slice
Ooo sheesh
Bitching gets you penalized I ain't talking kennel time
I'ma fucking enterprise all of my friends get a ride
Shawty finally recognized what a fucking Kevin's like
Right after you fed her lines
Ooo sheesh
Who wanna come and split the dice
Too in my bag to give advice but I suggest you get a vice
Cuz your shit isn't hitting right good thing it's called a single
Cuz I couldn't ever bring myself to ever wanna listen twice
See how far them bars get you
While I'm poking at your scar tissue trying to start issues
Cuz I think we all trying to see the fucking dog in you
Or if maybe puffing them trees putting too much bark in you
I can hear the window opening
And this time round there ain't no fucking sense in closing it
Cuz I'ma give em something guaranteed them bitches won't forget
And all them bills will ensure my homies get the hoes again

My opportunities almost always get blown
Like the cartridges from them fucking old Nintendo's
Known to be the type to close doors to open windows
Nowadays watching most my friends grow they rolling in dough
Meanwhile I'm sitting here blowing them smoke
Hitting me up for them open mics like don't forget bro
Wish I could muster up the courage for the moment and go
Cuz I know I could tear that muhfucking show up if so
I can feel the confidence stirring right under my nose
It's on the tip of my tongue clearing up the lump in my throat
I can feel that this war is finally coming to blows
For those lucky to know I got some fucking punches to throw
This a quarterback business so short you can't ever really
Afford to pass in it first or your last truly to be
Sworn as transcendent takes more than rap metaphors and them
Corny ass gimmicks I've cycled out and tour'd de France'd
This mortal man image I've worn that mask since way back
Before the pandemic now I perform the dance like I'm
Jordan and Pippen and those so borderland trying to
Form the bad pistons bitch I'm much more advanced than your
Boring ambition so if you score the chance to ever
Order that hit then you had better pour the bag and put
Four them bands in it hope a Florida man get it
Just telling my sons I don't do abortions at clinics
Dobson just hit me up told me pick him up
Ring my boy Ricky up like I'm in the front
If this what they really want finna give em some
Whipping to Wixom litted blunt with the fucking windows up
What oh ya'll didn't get enough
I been laying Indica now I'm laying into ya
But she won't let you hit it once she told me to hit it twice
Damn she got some fucking cake I'ma go and get a slice
Ooo sheesh
Bitching gets you penalized I ain't talking kennel time
I'ma fucking enterprise all of my friends get a ride
Shawty finally recognized what a fucking Kevin's like
Right after you fed her lines
Ooo sheesh
Who wanna come and split the dice
Too in my bag to give advice but I suggest you get a vice
Cuz your shit isn't hitting right good thing it's called a single
Cuz I couldn't ever bring myself to ever wanna listen twice
See how far them bars get you
While I'm poking at your scar tissue trying to start issues
Cuz I think we all trying to see the fucking dog in you
Or if maybe puffing them trees putting too much bark in you
I can hear the window opening
And this time round there ain't no fucking sense in closing it
Cuz I'ma give em something guaranteed them bitches won't forget
And all them bills will ensure my homies get the hoes again