Glamorous

Well, they called me a little so and so

And so, yeah, now hummin' a different tune

Oh, this is a job for a stupid man

Smoke it down to the filter and

Put it out on your hand

Them, cops was lined up

About a week long all down the road

True crime, *******ual gangster men

Were, were piled up on my living room floor

Well, I'm gonna get my own rifle down

And point it on in your eye

And huff a big long breath, and shoot it

Shoot it and, and shoot it and shoot it and, and shoot it

And shoot it and shoot it and shoot it

I'll call the cops on my own self

Figure out a way to please those men

I'll play detective, I'll play bloodhound

Sniffin' up clues with my nose in the mud

Down here in my shantytown, leave you alone

For the rest of my life, by the time I got my ass up

Off the grass and on the sidewalk

Made my way toward the house

Well, I realized they made their way home

I know this **** will continue