Cellophane

[Verse 1: ClockworC]
I was on that Dean and Tom doing a buck and a thirty
But a .45 on my lap that'll leave your mother mortified
There's more to life than self, but I'm selfish, I never saw the light
Then I realized that I could monetize my hollow nights
Pain and pride were bubbling that glass till I was taking flight
And karma, she a bitch that I'll be dicking down until I die
Soldier of fortune was out forking my tongue with every word
Never heard that angel on my soldier, he was sipping syrup
Slipping and falling, I got up, word to the dark
Did some shit that I wasn't proud of but my pride kept me going
Y'all tone-dеaf, but I'm tone-blind, ain't gotta watch mine (Naw)
Went from lint tuckеd in my pockets to spinach like Popeye
And it's a never-ending twist of the pot, but the future pending
Bending heavy metal like Lemmy is God and he sent me
And yeah I hinted in the maze, but I made it out alive (Yah)
But I ain't slept a wink since I got jacked in '09
And it's a fact when I get close I'm left with post-traumatic stress
And it's the bane of every relationship I never let progress
But fuck it, it's on an upward condors eye-view
Forever shitting on you pigeons, I don't need no excuse, uh

[Chorus: ClockworC]
Real really recognize real on God (On God)
Looking 'round I don't recognize none of y'all (Hell naw)
Looking 'round I don't recognize none of y'all
Looking-Looking 'round I don't recognize none of y'all
Real really recognize real on God (On God)
Looking 'round I don't recognize none of y'all
I see right through you, the cellophane man
That shit-eating grin, ooh that shit's so fake

[Verse 2: ClockworC]
I'm appalled by the way y'all polished that turd
Putting that lipstick on that pig
Yeah it's cute how you so sure but tail-tucking in the mix
Y'all be stalling when adversed, I'm automatic with this shit
You can't blame no family curse, I'm father time and you a bitch
And I'm neanderthalling, taking a club, demolish
Like I'm Bambam all grown up in that 6-5 Impala
I'm that Sandman, don't show up and I'll lullaby yo mama
I katana through butter, I never stutter, never comma
I'm that Grandmaster flashing high beams in a Grand Am (Grand Am)
Taking brain from a brawn like she on The Walking Dead (True)
This that gutter in the flesh (yah), this summer never ends (Yah)
Y'all some hot garbage, pay homage, naw you ain't next
I'm the last and I'm laughing 'til everything turn to dust
Grab my stones and get to snapping, half of y'all never was
Ain't no petty motherfuckers in my circle, hear it, period
Delirious, so curious, you pussies ain't gon' get no love

[Chorus: ClockworC]
Real really recognize real on God (On God)
Looking 'round I don't recognize none of y'all (Hell naw)
Looking 'round I don't recognize none of y'all
Looking-Looking 'round I don't recognize none of y'all
Real really recognize real on God (On God)
Looking 'round I don't recognize none of y'all
I see right through you, the cellophane man
That shit-eating grin, ooh that shit's so fake

[Verse 3: ClockworC]
I've got an aversion to those who don't know adversity
I smell it like a Bloodhound who's sniffing out disease
It's not yo fault, but I can't hang with those who can't relate to pain
You ain't bleed and sweat and cry for every inch you ever gained
So just stop frontin', shut yo cock sucker, you ain't Glock busting
Yeah, you 'bout as hard as rotten fruit under my Chucks runnin' (True)
Fourth of July is the only smoke you ever popped (Ha)
Only string you every pulled was on yo fucking tampon
Yeah I drowned, but now I moonwalk and I Loch Ness with Nessie swimming next to me
Just a couple of legends who get no respect
Co-depend on nothing but my senses and my sentencing
Fuck y'all, it be the sentiment to my obituary, blessed
I'll personally purge a perpetrator with a smack (Yeah)
I'm like Urkel, I black out, did I do that?
Yeah I'm primer with the mag, y'all following the cab
It seems like your model be to go ball up all your swag
Yeah I procrastinated, lacerated, bashed my head into the pavement
Sick as all my secrets, I'm a picture of health that I'm shaking every last succubus up off of my dick
I'm done waiting on my big-red-button-pushing shit

[Chorus: ClockworC]
Real really recognize real on God (On God)
Looking 'round I don't recognize none of y'all (Hell naw)
Looking 'round I don't recognize none of y'all
Looking-Looking 'round I don't recognize none of y'all
Real really recognize real on God (On God)
Looking 'round I don't recognize none of y'all
I see right through you, the cellophane man
That shit-eating grin, ooh that shit's so fake