Eyes

[Verse 1] Time and space wrinkles It gets deeper than my face wrinkles So many time zones, time slows 'til I'm a dinosaur With my name all around the connoisseur tonsils I've taken everything this city has to give at last All that's left to do is hibernate and build muscle mass This shit's like living in a fuckin cave This shit's like living in a fuckin cage You could leave me out of your loop Black, brown, poor, I'm not trying to be part of your group So save the lecture and the swearing Cause I don't care about how you feel about me not caring The magic of my maturation All the ign'ance just figments of my imagination I represent the ascent from suspended animation Sun [Hook] YOU SEEN 'EM ON THEY WAY UP AND START BELIEVING THEY HOT BUT THAT DON'T MEAN THAT THEY US I SEEN IT ALL IN THEY EYES YOU SEEN 'EM ON THEY WAY UP AND START BELIEVING THEY HOT BUT THAT DON'T MEAN THAT THEY US I SEEN IT ALL IN THEY EYES I SEEN IT ALL IN THEY EYES [Verse 2] Instead of being in witness protection I'm in abundance or my budding skully collection In pajamas at jobs that I don't juggle When there's trouble I go to the no huddle You wouldn't be the first to try and burst my bubble But I'm still in the clouds just like the bear that sells Snuggle Except the bear is in a Bear bubble Peep the bear Pair of supple breasts on his beard stubble I stay in the zone I don't swim with sharks I float and they're just smart enough to leave me alone I used to be the one that wanted people's hands to clap People all up on me like I sat in front the transit map Now I keep it low key like a baritone Remind me of the time I got some pussy while my parents home Just trying to get a nut and go unnoticed Anything beyond that is a bonus [Hook] [Verse 3] Do what I gots ta Like to send a shout out to my Instagram imposter Being a faker is nothing to get props for At least you're not a fake ass mobster At least you're not a fake ass poser Fake ass posture "Buffalo soldier, dreadlock Rasta Heart of America" Set up on the ventricles Laid up on the atrium Hop up off the testicles I give thanks The glass isn't half empty or half full It's all drank A lesson to the fast women Sosa's waiting in the lab Don't be waiting 'til the last minute Pocket mad mints at the bistro The sargeant ran prints right after the freak show After we ran sprints, I always hit the free throw I'm Boy Sand, sweetie [Hook]