Glass Heart - mike.

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