Glass Temple Lyrics

Yeah

Hey there, how ya doin was your day Alright

Did you roll up any joints with plans to Kiss em' goodnight

I gotta ounce inside my pocket so I'm Feelin' alright

I got my corduroy pants

And they come wit a knife

Okay

Black stiletto blade, with the spring in The tang, okay

She laid her eyes upon to it

And then she said dang, okay

And then she said dang

Okay

So put ya records on and take a sec to Relax

Get ya mind up out the gutter and that Couch off ya ass

Get that couch off ya ass and start Enjoyin' the day

Because it might be ya last, okay

Shit, you might not last a day

Quit lookin' for excuses and a reason to Be mad

You got it pretty good inside that

Temple of Glass, for real

You got it pretty good inside that

Temple of Glass, for real

You got it pretty good inside that

Temple of Glass, for real

So put ya records on and take a sec to Relax

Get ya mind up out the gutter and that Couch off ya ass

Get that couch off ya ass and start Enjoyin' the day

Because it might be ya last, okay

Shit, you might not last a day, aye

Quit lookin' for excuses and a reason to Be mad

You got it pretty good inside that

Temple of Glass, for real

You got it pretty good inside that

Temple of Glass, for real

You got it pretty good inside that

Temple of Glass, for real