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Street Life

Laura White

B. Inspired

2018

never got past our problems
Like the Playstation is not loaded
And how can I call this home
Its more like a BNB with no rooms in
Telling man close but

she better cum
When she talking about the broom yeah she better jump
When she in my room yeah she better jump
Ohh what you talking about
Don't you know

I've been afraid of living 
Nigga I'm prepared to die 
Hold that pistol to my head 
And tell my momma not to cry 
Spill that liquor on my grave

locked up in this room
Until this door opens
All I ask is that you would leave me alone
With nothin but my phone and this mic
But that won't matter

of God go you
You'll be merry
I'll be merry
Tho merry ain't in my vocabulary

No sleighbells
No Santa Claus
No yule log
No tinsel

No holly
No hearth
No

and still stealing from target
Look
I been leading the living without the sleep
I'm in the space where I'm considered the OG
I'm moving crowds I get in rooms

Diamonds and rings shiny things all the bling
She threw it in my face
It's crazy what I know
Shouldn't leave the room without your phone
Only time will tell

Yeah
I ran it up by the thousands
Ima need about ten accountants to come and count this
Living room mount Rushmore got benji mountains
I don't even wanna

the block go round round
Money man, making money moves
Bang him out like I'm terry crews
Got the mask on my face like Freddy Krueger
In the back of the range

of free-range
And cage-free simply means they're not in a cage
They're still stuffed in a warehouse that's way overcrowded
Livin' in their own waste, no room

forced to forget oppressed
Yes I use that word I'll never digress
The distress when that realisation came
Living day by day seeing it in
All that I partake

in the limelight
Get it popping
Phone full of options
Nothing in common
Keep her pages public
They always watching
When she walks by
Pause and use

no head room, did you really think that I wanted to let you in
Let me put a flag on my door, white in color, show my peers I'm not ready for war
Its

a humble past, three years living expense in cash, now my signature is considered

An autograph
Adverse possession, test drive your vision, rough

True colors, I finished the painting 
In my room always making arrangements 
Saw the sun even when it was raining
Sometimes I don't know what I'm gaining

on the same page
Spend too much time in my room
My laboratory, the cause of my doom
When the time ticks on, smell like smoke and perfume
In my eyes, I'm

my lord Jesus gives me strength so I can do my thing
And now this mustard seed's about to move a mountain range

Your game's about to change
You don't

she laid by his side
Pains when a good movie ends in goodbyes
She’d give him time just to see if he tried
Hurt my soul that he caused her to cry
When

with a call
My gut is gone she spoke words of pain
But nothing translates
A message saying my brother is in an early grave
I broke down and prayed

still sleeping in your bed
And everyone I've ever loved is still asleep inside my head
I'm still out by the highway, collecting bleach-white bones

Might need another beer
It was a good looking house before we turned it into the zoo
My homies mixing the drinks and the girls rolling in the living room

When my daddy was growing up he was dirt poor 
8 kids in one room sleeping on the floor
Same clothes everyday, yeah that's all he wore
Rain coming

on impressing than investing, yeah
It's 5am in Toronto, just got off the plane
Late night flight, G5, drinking champagne
Early morning, watching sunrise, counting

you can't tell by the tracks, you can tell by the women
Need a new room cuz' they stacking to the ceiling
On my Big Latto shit
I'm tryna wife that bitch