I'm sitting in the painting, I promised I'd be waiting I'm sitting in the window, I'm listening to the wind blow I'm sitting in an hour glass, I'm waiting
make the lifestyle look appealing independant names and chains Skepta are we dreaming? nobody could season, this track couldn't reach him cause now I'm on the otherside of that glass ceiling
French beside me...) [Kardinal Offical] Mom walked out the front door Girl walked through the back Dick fell to the floor then it touched the ceiling
biggest one of them all was in a cage too small I asked the caretaker 'cause he was the Maker He looked at me and laughed, took another sip from his glass
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
trial I just want to celebrate We hype for just bein' here Stones on every arm, the crib is ten million The corks from Dom Perignon can't reach my ceiling
no clues for detectives My verbal impact across your back slap You talk about you see me, but your vision's full of cataract It don't matter that, your glass
hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [Verse 3: SPM] Money and the power, glass on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt
, they out to fuck tonight My niggas, they down to fuck tonight Ladies, fellas, they won't stop playin' Came through the door, seen it before Hands touchin' the ceiling
Staring at the ceiling, the roof has a face It's telling me, I don't belong with the human race He's asking me to join him, in eternal sleep I give him
of you bitches, where I came from The Carnival is comin', you can see it in my eyes Screamin' at the top of my lungs, "I wanna die!" You couldn't see it wit' ya glasses
, Lobster up in Maine champaign from L.A. to Spain Detroit to Texas Nobody checks us new moves and you can't see it you better get some glass '
the look up At the ceiling lens a pen of friends bring the Remy in I'm sinner sinning sin come up inside surprise pour Heny in a glass Pretties is fast
Keep Talkin Nigga Fuck Up Ya Body Send Ya Home And Tell Ya Mom It Was An Acciden, Uhh I'm a G Till The Casket Drop On My Glasses, Fast Money I'm The Fastest
slow Since the virgins, since the virgins went dancing for the rain You know the stars in the night They're like the holes in the cave Like the ceiling
Luther's windows are littered with nothin' A crystal, a picture, a dead potted sage A dusty white curtain, the nose prints of a dog A shot glass collection
she wears it threadbare She sits on the floor The glass pressed tight to the wall She hears murmurs low The paper is peeling Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling
flipped across the dial I was searching for the missing chord, I'd missed it for awhile Then they played a song from long ago, a picture through the glass