Binoculars Songtext
von thestand4rd

They watching us with binoculars
But do not ever got nothing to say
They watching us with binoculars
But we not ever that too far away
No we not too far away, no we not no we not, too far away
No we not too far away
Ooooh

Now look at what I created, created
Well Mama, Mama look what I created
In my room, in my room
For the world
Look what I created, look what I created
I′m getting better, I'm doing better


I can make you like me if you let me
I can write a symphony in bedsheets
Voice memos deep in the iPhone
Talk about ideas, I got plenty
We′re just some kids with computers
Some genius ideas, that had caused them to laugh at me
We were some kids with computers
That got rid of our fears, got more talented happily

Got more respect 'til we got more respectable
Egos affect-able, thinking like [?]
I was not trained to step or to flex
Although I could see how it look, feeling like ya
Hallelujah, I do not gotta do that
Obey what I said, I am the law
"Hallelujah!", that's what my mama and her friends are gon′ say
When I′m topping the charts

They watching us with binoculars
But do not ever got nothing to say
They watching us with binoculars
But we not ever that too far away
No we not too far away, no we not no we not, too far away
No we not too far away
Ooooh (hey hey hey)


Now look at what I created, created
Well Mama, Mama look what I created
In my room, in my room
For the world
Look what I created, look what I created
I'm getting better, I′m doing better

Ain't nobody checking how you feel
Concentrating on how to get the check and not the chatter
I see you be flexing out your chest, you got to chill
You′re a chicken in a cage, and now you can feel it rattle
Your lady's a chicken in the field
Chicken if it rains, if I get her same it don′t matter
If I take her tonight and I notice how you feel
She coming home [?], you probably will get madder

Usually I don't snap on nigs
I do not act like this
But they need warnings on grandpap's kids
I put that on fam fam′s shit
They talking this plain, that blam blam spit
No flavor like Allan spit
I′m spitting them bullets like blam blams [?]
Acrobat tricks you learn that quick (damn that shit)