Cut It All Off

Throwing stones in a glass house
Never met a cat who couldn't catch a mouse
She was talking shit
I said "no doubt", but I wasn't listening
We both know it now
Who's to say who's right or wrong
I'd rather sit and write a song
Making something beautiful
All that glitters could be gold

So I cut you off just like a bad hair do
Making me feel
Hypocritical, yeah
Hypocritical
I cut you off just like a bad hair do
Making me feel
Hypocritical, yeah
Hypocritical
I cut you off

I'ma all cut all off
Damn. Sometimes I'm a hypocrite
Often find I'm talking it out when I say I'm listening
Walking around head down when I should be living
Lifting it, forgot I wasn't given, I was gifted this life
And I ain't bout to lie
Sometimes I need to take my own advice
And even though I'm scared to
I'ma change my hair do
I'ma do everything Is aid I can't do
Because who's to say whose right or wrong
Yeah, I'd rather sit down write a song
Making something beautiful
All that glitters could be gold
All that glitters could be gold (Oh yeah)
All that glitters could be gold

So I cut you off just like a bad hair do
Making me feel
Hypocritical, yeah
Hypocritical
I cut you off just like a bad hair do
Making me feel
Hypocritical, woah... oh yeah
Hypocritical
I cut you off

I've had enough give and take
I want a man who brings me steak
And rubs my feet and tells me all his secrets
Cause he knows I'm gonna keep them skeletons in the closet
I used to live there
Trust me, it's safe
It's just not a safe place to be
But who's to say whose right and wrong
I'd rather sit and write a song
Making something beautiful
All that glitters could be gold
All that glitters could be gold
Could be gold

So I cut you off just like a bad hair do
Making me feel
Hypocritical, yeah
Hypocritical
I cut you off just like a bad hair do
Making me feel
Hypocritical, woah... oh yeah
Hypocritical
I cut you off