Where My Glasses At

Intro

Yo... I had 'em a second ago, dawg.
On my face. I think.

Verse 1

Woke up at noon with a head full of doom and a room full of laundry I swore I'd been foldin'
Reached for the frames where I left 'em — same place — but the case on the dresser was empty and open
Checked in the kitchen, the dishes, the chicken, the linen, the bin where the pizza was moldin'
Asked my reflection, "What's your suggestion?" — but homie was blurry and slightly off-kilter and slowly corrodin'

Pre-Chorus

I can't see the cat, I can't see the mat
I just stepped on a tack that I thought was a Tic Tac
I'm squintin' at signs like I'm readin' the Quran
Tellin' my dog he's a beautiful swan

Chorus

Where the hell my glasses at? (Where they at, where they at?)
Lost my prescription, my vision, my goddam hat
Tried on my girlfriend's — the world got fat
Now I'm in the kitchen havin' beef with a bat
Where the hell my glasses at? (Where they at, where they at?)
I'm a four-eyed fool in a two-eyed status
Walked into a wall and apologized fast
Said, "My bad, my dude" — then I waved to the mat

Verse 2

Found a pair on the chair but the lenses were Claire's and they're rose-colored, smaller, and shaped like a square,
man I looked like a creep at the local store tryna read the receipt
Im looking for my glasses in a marjor rush, its turning my dozen of brain cells to mush
My roommate Said, "Yo kid, they sittin' on top of your forehead" — I felt like a corpse, a total disgrace like a Porsche pulled by a horse !quick, hide your face!,

Pre-Chorus

Still can't see the cat, still can't see the mat
The thing on my head is the thing i forget
Now I'm textin' the wife, "Life ain't right, can't find my phone, and its fight night!"
shes the smarter one, she will knwo what to do, and my phone goes ding and says "your texting me from it boo"

Chorus

Where the hell my glasses at? (Where they at, where they at?)
Oh — they on my face the whole time like a dumb-ass
Been sittin' up there through the whole damn spat
Watchin' me wreck every room in the flat
Where the hell my glasses at? (Where they at, where they at?)
Right above the nose where they always sat
Lord forgive a fool and his habitat
This my anthem now and I'm leavin' it at that

Outro

...I think I left my keys in the freezer too.
Nah, it's cool. It's cool.