Cooking Glass

We got them windows tinted up

So them alphabet boys won’t be seeing us,

Dodging federal agents.

Out hotel rooms will be vacant when you bust up in.

Will be on the road back to Tennessee my friend.

It’s ten more miles to the cotton gin,

Six hundred pounds of shard

Hiding in these bales

That’s a lot of money coming in

Yeah that killer ice sales,

Two days an counting

We’ve been up on a magic mountain

No sleep and I’m getting ill,

I need a pack of cigarettes and some no doze pills,

I’m taking six weeks off when I get back to the pad

Cooking up glass, to make mad stacks of cash,

Cooking up glass (cooking up glass)

Too many in it to quit it,

Keep my Liquidity hidden,

Few more years and I’m buying a boat,

Sail away and live in the gulf coast,

Just hope the chemicals don’t kill me first,

Big demand for them drugs that hurt,

Don’t feel bad, this life could be meaner,

I could be the customer instead of the dealer

Two days an counting

We’ve been up on a magic mountain

No sleep and I’m getting ill,

I need a pack of cigarettes and some no doze pills,

I’m taking six weeks off when I get back to the pad

Cooking up glass, to make mad stacks of cash,

Cooking up glass (cooking up Glass)