Glass look Just like a mirror but I'm seeing the other side
Spending every other night hoping not to f*cking die
Little Timmy its time I teach you how to lie
See that girl right there
Just tell her one fib at a time
And when you see her wallet take it from her
As soon as she stops looking you right in the eye
We're not thieves we just do what we want
Undermining the rich and killing them
Dead
With f*cking guns
The folks started calling us robin with his hoods
I just wish my parents finally understood