MIKE - Glass Heart lyrics
[MIKE - Glass Heart lyrics]
She think I give a fuck about
It that's the sad part
I could break it down like
I got a glass heart
I've been speeding around like
I'm in the Nascar
Fast car, Tracy Chapman, fast car
She think I give a fuck about
It that's the sad part
Imma give it to her she just gotta ask for it
Maybe add a couple stamps to a passport
And she always look good for me
So here's some cash for it
Ah damn, that shit get expensive
Just like her taste is just like her face is
Just like the payments on her
Crib and the Benz is
Just like my time is yeah
That shit get expensive
But, I'm here to spend it
She want somebody like me (But she'll never)
She likes somebody like me (Uh, huh)
'Cause she knows I'm out of my league
(I know)
She can't find somebody like me (No way)
And she wants somebody like me (You know)
She can't find somebody in her league
(Uh, huh) and she needs somebody like me
To wait for her
'Cause, I need somebody like her
Big boat bigger bag of weed
And some big smoke pick up all the tree
And no give and go cut it and I leave
Out the back door swimming in the backstroke
And she said I like your vibe i said me too
I could put some time aside
For them things that we do
And you know I like your style
But she look better naked
If that ass is up for grabs
Imma confiscate it and she so fucking bad
I gotta leave the lights on
Keep that ass in check
I hit it with the Nikes on gotta go
Gotta get that dominoes
Call it mailbox money
Bring the dough right to my door
She want somebody like me (But she'll never)
She likes somebody like me (Uh, huh)
'Cause she knows I'm out of my league
(I know)
She can't find somebody like me (No way)
And she wants somebody like me (You know)
She can't find somebody in her league
(Uh, huh) and she needs somebody like me
To wait for her
'Cause, I need somebody like her
It that's the sad part
I could break it down like
I got a glass heart
I've been speeding around like
I'm in the Nascar
Fast car, Tracy Chapman, fast car
She think I give a fuck about
It that's the sad part
Imma give it to her she just gotta ask for it
Maybe add a couple stamps to a passport
And she always look good for me
So here's some cash for it
Ah damn, that shit get expensive
Just like her taste is just like her face is
Just like the payments on her
Crib and the Benz is
Just like my time is yeah
That shit get expensive
But, I'm here to spend it
She want somebody like me (But she'll never)
She likes somebody like me (Uh, huh)
'Cause she knows I'm out of my league
(I know)
She can't find somebody like me (No way)
And she wants somebody like me (You know)
She can't find somebody in her league
(Uh, huh) and she needs somebody like me
To wait for her
'Cause, I need somebody like her
Big boat bigger bag of weed
And some big smoke pick up all the tree
And no give and go cut it and I leave
Out the back door swimming in the backstroke
And she said I like your vibe i said me too
I could put some time aside
For them things that we do
And you know I like your style
But she look better naked
If that ass is up for grabs
Imma confiscate it and she so fucking bad
I gotta leave the lights on
Keep that ass in check
I hit it with the Nikes on gotta go
Gotta get that dominoes
Call it mailbox money
Bring the dough right to my door
She want somebody like me (But she'll never)
She likes somebody like me (Uh, huh)
'Cause she knows I'm out of my league
(I know)
She can't find somebody like me (No way)
And she wants somebody like me (You know)
She can't find somebody in her league
(Uh, huh) and she needs somebody like me
To wait for her
'Cause, I need somebody like her