Oh, she's an eight ball,
She's a'rollin faster than a whitewall,
She's got an avalanche packed in a snowball,
She's losin' all the leeches like a stone wall,
She's loaded up;

She's the underdog,
Gonna take a mighty swipe
At the high hog,
While a'sippin on her tricks
In a thick fog,
Makin' eyes at the girls like bullfrogs,
I'm telling you, sir;

(Chorus)
She's comin' up from,
comin' up from, comin' up,
comin' up from behind;

Yeah,
She's comin' up from,
comin' up from, comin' up,
comin' 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 truths and a tongue for a slingshot,
But she's takin' steady aim
At the bigshot,
It's hard to miss the rolling bullets
On the blacktop,
You better mark it, your turf;

(Chorus)
She's comin' up from,
comin' up from, comin' up,
comin' up from behind;

Yeah,
She's comin' up from,
comin' up from, comin' up,
comin' up from behind,

You had her hanging
Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling,
While your gold-lined pockets were jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your wicked games;

She caught your sick lie,
It was creepin' in the shadow of your white smile,
Lurkin' underneath the cover of your bedroom eyes,
Well, you're greasin' up plans for your small-fry;

You wanna her talkin' up to you,
Well you're floatin 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--
Well well;

Yeah,
She's comin' up from,
comin' up from, comin' up,
comin' up from behind,

Yeah,
She's comin' up from,
comin' up from, comin' up,
comin' up from behind,

She's comin' up from,
comin' up from, comin' up,
comin' up from behind,

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