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