Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shot Glass Magnified, artist - Soul Khan.
Date of issue: 15.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shot Glass Magnified |
Ladies and gentlemen |
Live from planet Brooklyn |
The one and only, Sene |
Now when I say «Sene» I mean |
He’s seen a lot of things in his short lifetime |
Most people should not see and most people should see |
Know what I mean? |
Honestly, I just wanna get |
If I’m lucky, see the Rangers raise another Stanley Cup |
Thank god for every penny, every twenty, every buck |
Since money over pussy taught me how to ante up |
Shit, I put that on yo mama, make a guarantee |
I’mma find my first mill' before they ever find Osama |
fo' really |
Flyer than a hockey team in Philly, silly ganja |
I paint dots every city I go |
Made when collectin' that dough |
It’s sad, my fam used to be embarrassed I rap |
Now they know that he’s their only hope |
Trying to duck landlords, dodging the Holy Ghost |
Drowning in holey boats, washed ashore still breathing with a broken soul |
I’m from a broken home, I keep my focus strong |
So you do you and I’ll do me and when we cross the road |
Expect a problem with your feet if we go toe to toe |
I’m trying to move a couple heads up on the totem pole |
I can’t be satisfied until my abuelita know |
I got that Bush-Clinton-Rove-Condoleezza role |
Enough dough that I can open up a pizza sto' |
So let your mama, let your papa, let your preacher know |
I can’t concern myself with shit |
That sure tip, to each his own |
Sometimes it’s too hard to read between |
The lines that your own hand has scrawled |
And the one that you most want and need |
May be the one who’s last to call |
First the slum village breaks up |
Now every day I wake up |
Somebody got a problem with Soul |
But if you didn’t know Dilla |
'Til there was no Dilla |
Then we probably on an opposite road |
Some thought this record store was just another stepping stone |
But it’s a place that gave me more than you could ever know |
A lotta big names claimed it but they never showed |
'Til they saw the fat lady breaking out her metronome |
You’d kill a man that brings a knife into a gunfight |
I’d resurrect him with a vial full of sunlight |
This music hustle got me fighting for my love life |
Trying to make her understand that lightning never struck twice |
My homie sene is getting twisted off the spliff aroma |
I’m bottle tippin' honest Injun on my sixth Corona |
It’s like we on a mission to discover different comas |
Cause these days shit is uglier than women bowlers |
I need to cool my jets before all this foolishness |
Leaves me with nothing except by a stomach full of new regrets |
I ain’t trying be the dolphin in the tuna net |
I wanna be the Oval Officer that you elect |
So I’mma hitchike the galaxy without a guide |
I see the blueprint shine above the town in white |
My eyes are green lanterns and behind my speech patterns |
There’s a wailing wall of every blessing that I count at night |
My shot glass magnifies this empty space I’m in |
My shot glass magnifies it |
My shot glass magnifies |
My shot glass magnifies it |
My shot glass magnifies |
My shot glass magnifies this empty space I’m in |