Glass Heart Songtext
von 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 a Nascar
Fast car, Tracy Chapman, fast car
Yeah, she think I give a fuck about it that's the sad part
Imma give it to her she just gotta ask for it, aye
Maybe add a couple stamps to her 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 the crib and the Benz is
Just like my time is
Yeah that shit get expensive
But I′m here to spend it


She wants somebody like me (But she′ll never have me)
She likes somebody like me (Uh huh)
'Cause she knows they′re not in my league (You 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


Yeah, uh huh
Big boat
Bigger bag of weed
It′s some big smoke
Pick up by the tree
And no give and go
Cut and then 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 her 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 Domino's
Call it mailbox money
Bring the dough right to my door

She wants somebody like me (But she'll never have me)
She likes somebody like me (Uh huh)
′Cause she knows they′re not in my league (You 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