Glasses (feat. Schaffer the Darklord)

COOLZEY Excuse me May I present an option to consider to choose me Wait, wait Pardon It's just a game but it's my favorite one to play All day the new Coolzey Is on and popping Like a liquid sword chopping At an unprotected neck I'm taking all y'all shopping if I get Money from this There's no stopping you can bet Honey I'm twisted over you like Keith Sweat How much more real I gotta get? More sleep I gotta lose and More meals I gotta skip Yes ever since then I been up in your friends Because they showed me about as much love as a pin-up in the den Just so you know These other women's skin don't feel the same I got no release So now I gotta kill the game And I'm still the same kid you know, bro I'm just damaged like J Mascis because I feel the pain And that's TMI I know It's all how you feel I know And if it's no big deal I go Off like a college town punk rock house show Another trick I learned from fans I'm just a vic of circumstance You see me? I'm just a pic that you post On your profile page While I rage, sleep, work and dance And I'm amazed Because I stay in amazement But I'm not surprised at GW's replacement Yeah I caught the fever The Hope made a believer in me For just a minute But I can't see no when he say shit Was I just high? Or did he just lie to get paid Like people do every day on their resume? I hesitate to say what I really think with this ink Because every day to me is like judgment day But looking back I see my footprints And it still sounds like some good shit I never needed your permission anyway I get props everyday I don't care if you think I should spit They can't believe I rock so hard When I lean on my crutch so hard I just don't have the time or the cash to correct it So forward I go I can't believe I got so far With these Glasses falling off the end of my nose I got glasses falling off the end of my nose SCHAFFER And I got, oh my god, oh my eyes, now I'm blind I can't see all I've tossed, all I've lost I can't find And my mind struggles to descramble images and visions Minus 6.5 near-sighted with astigmatism It's a curse man, worse than the exam before I'm Velma down on all fours feeling around on the floor Frantically panicking handicapped sans glasses Though those windows on my soul's windows covered in smudges and scratches And I'm staring off into the abyss I'm seeing spots like I'm gazing straight into an eclipse And when I come back, all is black, cataracts Eye patches, asking my fans, "yo, like what did I miss?" And in my youth the truth I knew was skewed all out of kilter Perspective limited by those rose-tinted filters But the spectacles cracked, skeptical of facts, it's bizarre Looking back I can't believe I got this far With these glasses falling off the end of my nose I got glasses falling off the end of my nose . . .