Lyrics Long Walk - Brandy Clark

Hello, glass house on the corner of my street
Dirty laundry out for everyone to see
You're a middle-aged mean girl, always throwing stones
In that old Walmart lawn chair, high and mighty throne

Well I'd give you grace, but why even bother
'Cause after all, you can walk on water

So take a long walk off a real short pier
Take a cinder block with you as a souvenir
I hope you sink like the shade of stones that you've been throwing
I hear it's cold as you at the bottom of the ocean (ah)
The bottom of the ocean (ah)

If I was Jesus, I'd turn the other cheek
If I was Eastwood, my cool is what I'd keep
If I was raised Southern Baptist, I'd say, "bless your heart"
If I was privileged and practiced, grace would be my art

Sometimes, I wish my tolerance was taller
But after all, I'm my mother's daughter

So take a long walk off a real short pier
Take a cinder block with you as a souvenir
I hope you sink like the shade of stones that you've been throwing
I hear it's cold as you at the bottom of the ocean

Take a deep breath
You're gonna need it

And take a long walk off a real short pier
Take a cinder block with you as a souvenir
I hope you sink like the shade of stones that you've been throwing
I hear it's cold as you at the bottom of the ocean (ah)
The bottom of the ocean (ah)

Better hold your breath