Southside

It's gettin pretty dark
At the end of the tunnel
Hold your hands up mama
And smile for the camera
I heard about the lies
You've been spreadin cross the river
Well your shit's by the water
Two stone throws from Claw Hammer

Head back to the city
Run back home to stay
This place ain't very pretty
It ain't bad when you're away
Grab your Sunday suits
Keep your silver spoons
You can sing that same tune
You won't make me move

Guess your daddy was right
Ain't nothin good comes from Southside
You haven't been much better
Hell I know you think you're better than me
Guess you had a little fun
Playin house with us poor folk
But you better find another one of your feign fantasies

Head back to the city
Run back home to stay
This place ain't very pretty
It ain't bad when you're away
Grab your Sunday suits
Keep your silver spoons
You can sing that same tune
You won't make me move



Credits
Writer(s): Bo Hunter
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