Lyrics

I crossed the country a couple times
but I swear east side is my home
I did the small talk with the millionaires
in the catacombs
He got a glass house, and it echos in there when he’s all alone
I got a slingshot, I’m at the block with a bag of stones
I hear the glass hit the marble floor, but it’s not time to go
I put a mask on and I walk inside on my tippy toes
Don’t make a sound he can’t reach the phone, this man’s scared like a crow
I make no mistake if I do then everybody gonna know

He’s hallow inside just an empty chest and that’s not a maybe
I smell a lie I am not impressed so this man don’t call me baby
I’m born to slide he waste his time and now his hands are shaking
I stand on business but I’m running laps he could try to chase me
He’s just a witness hope he don’t go missing cuz he’s acting shady
He spilled his wine I can tell he’s pressed and that’s where I’m aiming
He don’t wanna test me cuz I always hit that’s where I’m aiming