Bling Bling by Kooleidoscope Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Can't reach me, my view is panoramic
While your vision's black and blurry, on some cataract shit
I stay focused on myself, reinforce my assets
Meanwhile, you stay focused on some faggot?
Alright, kiddo. You past your adolescence yet?
Acting like accepting is something I'd start to regret?
Nah, your ignorance is counteracted
By a fat bitch who likes to spit, unladylike, but still the baddest
Keep it back-lit; bigot idiots in the shade
It's 2014 and time to face illumination
Relax, swallow this information
Sink into outer space before you've wasted the dilation
And I'm just shooting shit; Chop chop chop
Always having deep conversations with my thoughts
Uncovering the pages of publications I never lost
Rediscovering the depth hidden wherever I forgot
[Hook]
I used to rap just to see if y'all were listening
Shit ain't working, so I'm talking 'bout some different things
Fast cars, credit cards, and bling bling
Fast cars, credit cards, and bling bling
Bad bitches, swag shit, expensive weed
Illuminati, snapback, jolly ranchers in my lean
Fast cars, credit cards, and bling bling
Fast cars, credit cards, and
[Verse 2]
I know it's kind of absurd
In a nutshell, shit's a joke of spoken word
But to each his own, I'll let the people have their turn
Then I'll have to let it go, so I don't let it burn
Everything is relative, no way to be completely sure
Cuz even though I've felt some shit, I've never felt the universe
I've fallen down, seen blood, and tasted dirt
But even at my worst, I guess it didn't really REALLY hurt
I stay based, stealing third; No concept of competition
Notice the ones you envy are the ones you keep on dissing
Told you I'm throwing curves, but they keep on missing out
On opportunities to acknowledge my own existence
So how long will it be?
How long until they see my potential, my ability?
Probably the second I start using trap beats
Or maybe once the hook drops, maybe just another week
[Hook]
Can't reach me, my view is panoramic
While your vision's black and blurry, on some cataract shit
I stay focused on myself, reinforce my assets
Meanwhile, you stay focused on some faggot?
Alright, kiddo. You past your adolescence yet?
Acting like accepting is something I'd start to regret?
Nah, your ignorance is counteracted
By a fat bitch who likes to spit, unladylike, but still the baddest
Keep it back-lit; bigot idiots in the shade
It's 2014 and time to face illumination
Relax, swallow this information
Sink into outer space before you've wasted the dilation
And I'm just shooting shit; Chop chop chop
Always having deep conversations with my thoughts
Uncovering the pages of publications I never lost
Rediscovering the depth hidden wherever I forgot
[Hook]
I used to rap just to see if y'all were listening
Shit ain't working, so I'm talking 'bout some different things
Fast cars, credit cards, and bling bling
Fast cars, credit cards, and bling bling
Bad bitches, swag shit, expensive weed
Illuminati, snapback, jolly ranchers in my lean
Fast cars, credit cards, and bling bling
Fast cars, credit cards, and
[Verse 2]
I know it's kind of absurd
In a nutshell, shit's a joke of spoken word
But to each his own, I'll let the people have their turn
Then I'll have to let it go, so I don't let it burn
Everything is relative, no way to be completely sure
Cuz even though I've felt some shit, I've never felt the universe
I've fallen down, seen blood, and tasted dirt
But even at my worst, I guess it didn't really REALLY hurt
I stay based, stealing third; No concept of competition
Notice the ones you envy are the ones you keep on dissing
Told you I'm throwing curves, but they keep on missing out
On opportunities to acknowledge my own existence
So how long will it be?
How long until they see my potential, my ability?
Probably the second I start using trap beats
Or maybe once the hook drops, maybe just another week
[Hook]