Where My Glasses At

Yo I just gotta vent dog I can't stand not being able to find shit man
Like this morning I couldn't find my glasses and that shit pissed me off
I was all like

I can't seem to find them where the fuck are my glasses at
I'm going to throw a tantrum damn bruh I don't usually get this mad
I just fucking had them they ain't at the place where I left them at
How am I supposed to find them when I need them to see them amongst my crap

Frustration is the emotion coursing through my body
Pressure in my temples building up like a lobby
They my only pair I don't have a single copy
It's like my eyes be swollen shut I'm feeling like I'm rocky

Considering the possibility they disappeared
Ain't no logical explanation for the fact they isn't here
Confusion in my mind I can't seem to get it cleared
Yo this could be a problem and it's about to get severe

Because it's hard to have a vision when you can't see
It's hard to act happy when it's not all fine and dandy
If someone tried to pull up on me I'd fight like a pansy
Cuz I couldn't figure out where their legs or their hands be

I'm getting really worried cuz my vision hella blurry
I can't even read or write when I'm used to being nerdy
I should probably slow it down but I can't help but hurry
I think someone must've stole them I'm going to call up my attorney

I can't seem to find them where the fuck are my glasses at
I'm going to throw a tantrum damn bruh I don't usually get this mad
I just fucking had them they ain't at the place where I left them at
How am I supposed to find them when I need them to see them amongst my crap
I can't seem to find them where the fuck are my glasses at
I'm going to throw a tantrum damn bruh I don't usually get this mad
I just fucking had them they ain't at the place where I left them at
How am I supposed to find them when I need them to see them amongst my crap

I be on my hands and feet feeling around on the floor
Is this what it's come to I've always wanted more
With my life this ain't right I feel like I can't be me
Who am I I look in the mirror I can't see me

Identity crisis I swear I'm going crazy
Everything look hazy this ain't sunshine and daisies
I'm handcuffed I can't do what I do on the daily
I looked everywhere except the roof where could they be

I'm pacing around the crib hella vigorously
I'm blinded by my anger I mean literally
I'd kill to get em back I'm looking round carnivorously
I'm staring at the pages in my book illiterately

I take another step beneath my foot I hear a crack
A sharp object stabs into my foot it feels like glass
I look down confirm my fear don't even got to ask it
This is not the way that I wanted to find my glasses

Finally I found them I know where the fuck my glasses at
In my foot
I'm going to throw a tantrum damn bruh I don't usually get this mad
Not a good look
Why were they on the floor they ain't at the place where I left them at
I'm kinda shook
How am I supposed to use them when they bent and they got like fifteen cracks
It's not good