歌词
How you gon', come talk about
Pointin' at me wit' ya number one out
Tellin' me I'm the worst like I'm some kind of a curse
But really not knowing me, you're taking the dumb route
It's always the people with skeletons
Who be hella shaky like gelatin
Doin' a lot of embellishin', wishin' I fell and then
Damned me to Hell again
If you're in a glass house
Might not wanna lash out
End up with a smashed couch
All because of your bad mouth
Judgin' me, you don't need to, that's the job that G-O-D do
Everybody is steady pickin' that reads you cause you see-through