LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeComing Up From Behind
EOh, she's an eight ballShe's a'rollin faster than a whitewallShe's got an avalanche packed in a snowballShe's losin' all the leeches like a stone wallShe's loaded upEShe's the underdogGonna take a mighty swipeEAt the high hogWhile a'sippin on her tricksEIn a thick fogMakin' eyes at the girls like bullfrogsI'm telling you, sir[Chorus]She's comin' up fromComin' up from, comin' upComin' up from behindYeahShe's comin' up fromComin' up from, comin' upComin' up from behind[Verse]You'd like her hangingLike a sneaker on a live wire, danglingWhile your Wall Street pockets are janglingWith the hollow jackpot of your rich kid gamesEIt's a long shotShe's got the truths and a tongue for a slingshotBut she's takin' steady aimEAt the big shotIt's hard to miss the rolling bulletsEOn the blacktopYou better watch your turf[Chorus]She's comin' up from[Verse 2]You had her hangingLike a sneaker on a live wire, danglingWhile your golden-lined pockets were janglingWith the hollow jackpot of your wicked games[Verse]EShe caught your sick lieIt was creepin' in the shadow of your white smileLurkin' underneath the cover of your bedroom eyesWell, you're greasin' up plans for your small-fry[Verse 2 2x 2x]You wanna talk it up, do you?Well you're floatin like a royal balloon, ohYour ego's swollen to the size of the moon, wellI think you found somebody to cut you down to sizeWell, wellYeah[Chorus 2x]She's comin' up fromComin' up from, comin' upComin' up from behind
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