[Intro: [?]]
Watching the world through a pair of broken eyeglasses
I hope that what I see is only make-believe
Watching the world through a pair of broken eyeglasses
[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
I watch the cats watch the mice
Hit the weed 'til both legs fell asleep
I'm not really there, fuck you gon' tell me?
High and out of it, admittedly its own form of cowardice
But yo, at six afro pick with the black power fist
Corduroys and a turtleneck, I could've took your (Unnecessary)
Thirteen with the Malcom X hat, come on, man
I invented bein' black, my skin was matte
Carte blanche, I skipped the daps
To-do list pristine, once your name on the list, the light's green
Peeled out the impounded Christine
I remember when whites used to come to the hood
Ask random black strangers for drugs
Shrug, wistful look in the eye, blinkin' hard
Like those was the days, blood
Outside agitator, I get your natives worked up
Women shimmyin' out they burqas turnt up
Sons turnt gay, dad like what the fuck?
I don't want trouble mister, I'm just tryna turn a buck
In at sundown out by sun up
This why I pack light, bag of tricks tied up tight
Bindle on a stick, flophouse flea bit
Still sleepin', daytime's for twits
While I was getting jumped, kept track of who got which licks
Watching the world through a pair of broken eyeglasses
I hope that what I see is only make-believe
Watching the world through a pair of broken eyeglasses
[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
I watch the cats watch the mice
Hit the weed 'til both legs fell asleep
I'm not really there, fuck you gon' tell me?
High and out of it, admittedly its own form of cowardice
But yo, at six afro pick with the black power fist
Corduroys and a turtleneck, I could've took your (Unnecessary)
Thirteen with the Malcom X hat, come on, man
I invented bein' black, my skin was matte
Carte blanche, I skipped the daps
To-do list pristine, once your name on the list, the light's green
Peeled out the impounded Christine
I remember when whites used to come to the hood
Ask random black strangers for drugs
Shrug, wistful look in the eye, blinkin' hard
Like those was the days, blood
Outside agitator, I get your natives worked up
Women shimmyin' out they burqas turnt up
Sons turnt gay, dad like what the fuck?
I don't want trouble mister, I'm just tryna turn a buck
In at sundown out by sun up
This why I pack light, bag of tricks tied up tight
Bindle on a stick, flophouse flea bit
Still sleepin', daytime's for twits
While I was getting jumped, kept track of who got which licks
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