Skyl3r - Glassing Lyrics

I lay on the page before you wake up
Before your bitch is staining my face with her makeup
Before she even wake up to see that I'm missing
Before I'm going on recording in my studio session
This is ever since I've, blown up (blow, what)
Always knew they'd listen now I've grown up
I don't know what the f*ck is up with rap
I hear the tracks and define them as some shits and gags
Shits and gigs, whatever I'm past this (woo!)
People stalking me like what the f*ck is your accent
Back and I'm lurking in the shadows I'm happy
Sick of tacky rap in the rap scene, not rapping
I don't give a f*ck anymore, going on
Blowing on the hopeless ones, cause f*ck I'm rock
Stuck and lost, waiting for the blunt of course
Intercourse, not a song but I'd make it one, for sure
I'm lost, there's more, to loft
Get off, I'm soft but I will stick stone you rocks, and watch the chalk
Line your body, for the course, this afternoon
You make my rapper menu easy to chew
I'll slow down, I'm ahead of you, I'll stop
My head is gone but yours is too, I'm not
Going to attack your image cause, I'm rocked
At least I'm memorable unlike you thots
Lied a lot now I'm in a tighter spot
And I tried a lot now I see the light of God

Glassing, I'ma get glassed, I'ma be a classic, I'ma get glassed
Glassing, I'ma get glassed, I'ma be a classic, I'ma get glassed
Glassing, I'ma get glassed, I'ma be a classic, I'ma get glassed
Glassing, glassing

Can't tell me what is best to do I do not want to be like you
Or dream like you or seem like you or bleed like you so why do you
I cannot see the mic, I cannot see the life
Cannot see the crowds, I'm too f*cked to try
See my, see my eyes, so closed they're like
Sewn shut, no shit, no f*cks, given
Shabu dabbu do, I just killed another rapper
Stabbing at the bar, screams drowning out the laughter
Get a little graphic call it photogenic
Instagram pic, capital and backward
No mumble rapper, you mumble chat
I can't stand the rappers, I usually trash them
Yet you seem to litter the whole damn scene
I'm not saying it's as it seems
Is why I don't respond to your calls
I'd prefer to, lose my phone
I'd prefer to f*ck your hoe
But not a lot, I lose control
Just a little bit of fun, double take the fun, drinks and f*cks
I'm drunk and f*cked to write this song and bomb
Smoke like ganja, feel above the law
In a lucid dream, packing up my things
Bottling my grief, probably a theme
See me down the street, drinking with a fiend
Shattering the bottle, cut me til I bleed
In a lucid dream, packing up my things
Bottling my grief, probably a theme
See me down the street, drinking with a fiend
Shattering the bottle, cut me til I bleed
Laughing, I don't speed, I'm deceased
Steady, I don't breathe, frankly I'ma be

Glassing, I'ma get glassed, I'ma be a classic, I'ma get glassed
Glassing, I'ma get glassed, I'ma be a classic, I'ma get glassed
Glassing, I'ma get glassed, I'ma be a classic, I'ma get glassed
Glassing, glassing