Glasshouse

Living on the go
Sprinting through the grove
Wouldn't catch a body if it dropped to the floor
Running through the door
Get up on my phone
How come everybody turn to opps, I don't know

Spit another flow
Hit another lick
Henny in the glass, and it ain't my first pick
Anybody see a lil bright white bic so I can light my spliff?
In the city criminals do the drive by, split
To the night life, left to the zeitgeist
Look the wrong direction get ya life swiped, yeah
Scraping pennies for the rent in the bright lights
Get into knife fights, left
Bleeding in the street like a sick little dog
Please do repeat, I can go for a jog
Dreams to the beat I'm a king I'm a god
Flee to the scene like I want to be robbed

Living on the go
Sprinting through the grove
Wouldn't catch a body if it dropped to the floor
Running through the door
Get up on my phone
How come everybody turn to opps, I don't know

Living in a glasshouse, penny for your thoughts?
Spinning with my pants down, ain't throwing rocks
Sipping till my pals bounce, henny in the loft
Listen to surround sound
Baby I'm a god

Money for your glasshouse
Money for your picks
Money till you pass out
Money for your fix money for your dealer
Got no money for your kids
You too busy getting fucked up in Dublin city bitch
Money for the landlord
Money for the state
Hungry so you grab more
Go on fill ya plate
Go and get ya passport
Running from the stakes
Knocking on the damn door one payments all it takes

Now I'm like T with the tree and a belt
Floating on me and the feelin don't help
If it don't get no better I'm killing myself
So I'll see you in hell, see you in hell



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Hoban
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