Oh, she's an eight ball
She's rolling faster than a white wall
She's got an avalanche packed in a snow ball
She's losing all the leeches like a stonewall
She's loaded up
She's the underdog
Gonna take a mighty swipe at the high hogs
While they're sipping on their drinks in a thick fog
Making eyes at the girls like bullfrogs
I'm telling you sir
She's coming up from, coming up from
Coming up, coming up from behind, yeah
She's coming up from, coming up from
Coming up, coming up from behind
You'd like her hanging
Like a sneaker on a live wire dangling
While your Wall Street pockets are jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your rich kid games
It's a long shot
She's got the truth and her tongue for a slingshot
But she's taking steady aim at the big shots
It's hard to miss the ruling bullies on the blacktop
You better pocket your turf
She's coming up from, coming up from
Coming up, coming up from behind, yeah
She's coming up from, coming up from
Coming up, coming up from behind
You had her hanging
Like a sneaker on a live wire dangling
While your golden-lined pockets were jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your wretched games
She caught your sick lie
It was creeping in the shadow of your white smile
Lurking underneath the cover of your bedroom eyes
Were you greasing up plans for your small fry?
You wanna talk it up, do you?
Well you're floating like a royal balloon, oh
Your ego's swollen to the size of the moon, well
I think you found somebody to cut you down to size
Coming up from, coming up from
Coming up, coming up from behind, yeah
Well, well.
She's coming up from behind
Coming up from, coming up from
Coming up, coming up from behind
She's coming up from, coming up from
Coming up, coming up from behind