Living in a Motel

Living in a motel
Thinking what a short sell
Why I'd have to go waste my
Chance to reap the value
Feeling of the virtue
Bleeding of the virgin eye
Stained upon the carpet
Ain't nobody cleaning
Tell me what's meaning why
We come here in the first place
Baby needs a birthplace
Mommy's on free base high

Why
We've got the keys to our cells
And yet nobody believes in themselves
No

When we're
Living in a motel
Wish it was a hotel
Polkadots of Zinfandel wine
Stained upon the carpet
Someone better clean it
Bleeding of the virgin eye
Welcome to the market
Ain't nobody fiending
Tell me what's the reason why

Why
We got the keys to our cells
And yet nobody leaves this hell
Oh well

When we're
Living in a Motel



Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Daniele
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