Glass Heart

She think I give a fuck about it, that's the sad part

I could break it down, like I got a glass heart

Ay, I've been speeding 'round, like I'm in a Nascar, ay

Fast car, Tracy Chapman, fast car

Yes, she think I give a fuck about it, that's the sad part

I'mma give it to her, she just gotta ask for it, ay

Maybe adda 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 crib and 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) She like somebody like me, uh-huh

'Cause she knows I'm outta my league, you know

She can't find somebody like me, no way

And she wants somebody like me, you know (Ay)

She can't find somebody in her league, uh-huh

'Cause she needs somebody like me

Wait for it, 'cause I need somebody like her

Yeah, yeah, uh, big boat, bigger bag of weed

And some big smoke, pick up all the tree, and no give and go

Cut and then I leave out the back door

Swimmin' in the backstroke

And she said, "I like your vibe"

I said, "Me too"

I could 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, I'mma confiscate it

And she so fuckin' 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, yeah

She wants somebody like me

(But she'll never) She like somebody like me, uh-huh

'Cause she knows I'm outta my league, you know

She can't find somebody like me, no way

And she wants somebody like me, you know (Ay)

She can't find somebody in her league, uh-huh

'Cause she needs somebody like me (Ay)

Wait for it, 'cause I need somebody like her

(Ay)

(Somebody like me)