Open Mike Eagle - Qualified feat. Open Mike Eagle lyrics

Intro Am I qualified, qualified? x3 Verse 1 I'm staring into his eyes And he's the most beautiful person I've ever met Then my burdens arrive They're k**ing 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 s** -- 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? Chorus 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? x2 Verse 2 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 peaking 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 flop!” Then they chew me out like I'm food for thought I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop Chorus 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? x2 Verse 3 (Open Mike Eagle) 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 let's me hold When I'm thinking that different people Have been given the picks for the keyholes When we knowing that sh** is ridiculous Dang! Chorus 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? x2