Glasshouse Lyrics

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

Now I'm like T with a tree and a belt,

Fronting on me and the feeling 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

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 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