Glass House

You been living in a glass house We can really see your ass now Cause everything you cast out Turning back around Taking in the trash now Hey little rich boy Life is a bitch boy You're a sick boy But you can feel it slip boy Time tick and tick boy Gonna hit some bricks boy You don't know where the bottom is at You got a well that'll never run dry Waking up in the middle of the night Dreaming of the fire and frye You can turn the key in the lock But you can't stop the turn of the tide You don't know what's in front of your face When you're looking out the side of your eye Is this what you came for Oh oh How much more could you know? Oh oh Guess you reap what you sow Shut your mouth I can make it on my own You can't throw stones In a Glass House You been living like a bomb threat Is in the middle of the complex Been sippin' on the nonsense So long that you forgot that You are not a hostage Hey little rich girl Life is a bitch girl Isn't it a sick world When everything you wish girl Turn up on a dish girl Gonna hit some bricks girl You don't know where the bottom is at You got a well that'll never run dry Waking up in the middle of the night Dreaming of the fire and frye You can turn the key in the lock But you can't stop the turn of the tide You don't know what's in front of your face When you're looking out the side of your eye Is this what you came for Oh oh How much more could you know? Oh oh Guess you reap what you sow Give it up I can make it on my own You can't throw stones In a Glass House Oh oh How much more could you know? Oh oh Guess you reap what you sow Shut your mouth I can make it on my own You can't throw stones In a Glass House