Open Book (Feat. Flobots)

The highway's underpass is full of shitty tacks
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 lay my head in every city on the map
And it's a gift and a curse to never feel attached
Ay, 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
Brain storms 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 a black star
I've been speaking Spanish and Swahili in my backyard
When I spit my last bar
I just want to know that I was doing what I did best
Redefine success
20/20 Vision all eyes on the Midwest
Power to the people, raise a fist, yes
Whether you're religious or just pissed off
And don't got shit left
I seek you and I raise you
The a cappella's not compelling
Tracks won't save you
But it's tropidelic so you got to feel the praise too
Whether you've been overlooked
Or never truly understood
Read me loud and clear 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
And if I wasn't on the road I think I'd probably relapse
But always being on the road just gives me panic attacks
Never win, I often lose
There's consequence to what you choose
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