Matthew 508 - Glass Lyrics

Lyrics Glass - Matthew 508




Songs in the key of life
Recollections of my wrongs when I sleep at night
And journal entries on the train from 69th to Times Square just to see the lights
And bundles for a decent price
I never could have dreamed I'd be reaching heights
A scared soldier in the trenches now I lead the fights
I tried to show you love, I was just being nice
Know it hurt sometimes but you'll get over it and be alright
And I resided where the thunder was
40 with the blows, had the sickness with the stomach bugs
It is what it is, it was never what it was
Choppers off of 12th was like percussion when a drummer drums
The inventory cumbersome
Cold blooded fiend, I dove on the scene
I learned how to stay, I've known when to leave
I've grown out of pain, far from home, out of reach
20,000 leagues under the sea, and I found treasure
Resurrected 2017, been around pressure
Captain of the enterprise, surrender to the serenades
Capers with the gators from Miami to the everglades
Christened and regenerated
Brokenhearted off of 30 love, that's a tennis game
Mixy with a Zoe Saldana and I was center stage
Valium with the fetty, that was sprinkles on vanilla cake
I had to bleed to have epiphanies
Truth be told I had to hit my knees just to catch a break
Never talk to God except to pray I wouldn't catch a case
Steve Irwin dreaming we were searching tryna catch a snake
The ecstasy was pressed and fake
Take four and a Roxycontin knock on Heaven's gate
Bank tellers telling all the lies that I would tell her bank
Quarter of an onion, get to peeling like the cellar paint
Crack the Bacardi, asthmatic in the back of the Rarri
I'm with the faction like a bachelor party
I'm flowing Opium, I'm rapping with Carti
And backpack the safari, I told the candy man to pass me a Smartie
These flashbacks is like I'm back in the Army
Dissociated out at Piccadilly Circus off the skag and some Charlie
And I cannot respect these characters, they faking on some kid shit
Fictitious shit like Daffy and Barney, stop the cap and malarkey
I felt the sickness and I kept my distance long before the
Vaccines and mask in the car seat
Was dapping my scholar, ain't have a dollar still could bag me a Barbie
No weapon formed for me can actually harm me, do the dash on a Harley
And off the acid I was wacky and gnarly
At 'em even eat a tab with a carnie, tell my dad that I'm sorry
And get to laughing, see my past when it's starry
I'm making magic, take a drag and I'm Marley, 508 bitch



Writer(s): Matthew D'urso



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