Glass House - Collie Buddz

While you inna you feelin’s

Mi live pon a High Grade flight and I fly high

Bands weh mi seh, money fast a come pile high

Weh ya seh?

Cyaa hear nuttin' from up pon mile high — keep runnin' ya mout'

Now while you inna you feelin’s

Mi live pon another level

'Ole on, stop chat

Mout' runnin' like a 12-year-old pon Snapchat

Roll wit some wicked bredda, nah tek back chat — ye keep runnin' ya mout'

While you inna you feelin’s

Time is runnin' out, di clock tickin'

Hustle fi mi bone, and fi go buy mi family chicken

Pon a Sunday, Grandma go cook, di stove kickin'

No bother though, see 'bout a straight whippin', oh mama

Level, Bun out di devil

Who live in a glass house don’t fling pebble, I’m on a level, yeh

While you inna you feelin’s

I seh it a great man a smoke up

Bokkle of di Henny strait, mi seh no cup

Some people only waan fi hate from dem woke up

You haffi love your life or get

You inna you feelin’s

'Ole up I know ya gyal wit ya dutty heart

Mi see through ya fake smile, that’s the funny part

Mi see through you, ya nah real, notice from the start

An ax mi «wah gwaan?"chat

Well, I’m on another level

Yeh, bun out di devil

Who live in a glass house don’t fling pebble

Yeh, I’m on a level, yeh

Real talk a real talk, you no know di hustle

Real talk, you no real, dog get di muzzle

Real talk, no talk shit, I won’t say shit, ya bustle

Real talk, and mi nah know why it’s a fucking puzzle — for you

Dem just miserable, waan mi set di table on you

Mi nah no time fi dem a holdin on, mi seh fi everything that I do

Dem a overhype, dem happy hold a Vicodin

I hold a mic, it turns gold

Come ask fi food off a my plate you a fool

Eh level

Yeh, Bun out di devil

Who live in a glass house don’t fling pebble

Yeh, I’m on a level

Yeh

Pon another level