Glass Heart ​mike. (Mike Stud)

[Verse 1]
She think I give a fuck about it that's the sad part
I could break it down like I got a glass heart
I've been speeding around like I'm in the Nascar
Fast car, Tracy Chapman, fast car
She think I give a fuck about it that's the sad part
Imma give it to her she just gotta ask for it
Maybe add a 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 her crib and the Benz is
Just like my time is yeah that shit get expensive
But I'm here to spend it

[Hook]
She want somebody like me (But she'll never)
She likes somebody like me (Uh huh)
'Cause she knows I'm out of my league (I know)
She can't find somebody like me (No way)
And she wants somebody like me (You know)
She can't find somebody in her league (Uh huh)
And she needs somebody like me
To wait for her
'Cause I need somebody like her