Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shot Glass Magnified , by - Soul Khan. Release date: 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 |