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 . . .