I know my mom
She'd make you your favorite dish
She'd be upstairs with you quick
Like on my one
She'd welcome you in her home
Like you were one of her own
Give you that East Coast love
That's why I keep her at a bird's eye view
So she doesn't give a tithe to you
And I know my dad
He'd say he's something to grill you
If you hurt me, he'd kill you
But he's not like that
He'd probably burn all the springs
They didn't know what you would love me in
Vintage Cadillacs
That's why I keep her at a bird's eye view
So she doesn't give a tithe to you
Let's go
And come and think of me the thing I
Do so
You dedicate your chance to choose
There
There's a lot of things you can do
But I
You dedicate your chance to choose
There's a lot of things you can do




So I don't get a tithe to you
So I don't get a tithe to you
So you
I tithe to you
So you
I know my friends
They talk conspiracy theories
You know more of them weirdly
You would pass the tests
They tell me how you keep me safe
And show me what you can do
Pour me a ways that they can never imagine
That's why I keep them out of blood type you
So they don't get it
Let's go
One, two, three, come and take a look at the guy
You didn't get a chance to choose
Well, there I go again
Making up for that excuse
So I don't get attached to you
Attached to you
I'd rather walk on glass
I guess I'm on the opportunity to hurt me
I'd run like hell and sabotage a good day
Cause I'm so * afraid it could be perfect
I'd rather walk on glass
I guess I'm on the opportunity to hurt me
I'd run like hell and sabotage a good day
Cause I'm so * afraid it could be perfect
I know myself
I'd rather walk on glass
I'd rather walk on glass