Lyrics Shot Glass Magnified - Soul Khan, Sene

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