paroles de chanson Glasses - Coolzey

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 .. .