Housing
How hard is it to grind bro?
Shalco?
You okay?
Yo you good?
Hello?
Yuh, yuh, ayy turn up
Hello?
This mic don't work I'm using my phone
I'm talking 'bout places I don't own
This desk is fake, even you're fake
You're a green screen I'm here alone
Five hundred thousand homeless
Twenty million empty homes
Up 40% in two years even with a loan
You'll never afford a house (never)
Drink up got a quarter ounce (smoke up)
I gotta see you on that dance floor I just know it bounce (I know it bounce)
Lowkey I'm sorta down
Hop in the whip and go to town
Show me everything you're about
Zillow date we'll go around
We'll burn it all down
Rented the fit I dance in
All I have left's these hands out
Dance with me for the people that tell us all we ever want is handouts
Like I just wanna hangout
On this dusty ass couch
Bought a shot for shorty
Looked at the receipt and passed out
All I heard was man down
All I heard was fam go
I woke up with no pockets
Fuckers took my damn clothes
My pants around my ankles
Watch how Uncle Sam go
Painting pictures on my face I call him Van Gogh
You'll never afford a house (never)
Drink up got a quarter ounce (smoke up)
I gotta see you on that dance floor I just know it bounce (I know it bounce)
Lowkey I'm sorta down
Hop in the whip and go to town
Show me everything you're about
Zillow date we'll go around
We'll burn it all down
We'll burn it all down
Imagine there's no heaven
Imagine there's no credit
Better yet, matter fact imagine a world where there's no John Lennon
I'm tryna get this bread in
So they could let me get
The heaven turned private prison
Now we need more felons
Sit down someone get him a chair (get him a chair)
He need to listen it's clear (listen it's clear)
Nothing more bitch-made than a brokie defending billionaires (you a bitch)
I got her clawing the air
She give that "feeling me stare" (she feeling me)
I'm feeling too silly to care
Got the chilly pillies in here (woo)
Come over I'm getting high
I feel petrified
But at least we have to try
And if I stay inside
I won't feel alright
I need to burn something down
You'll never afford a house (never)
Drink up got a quarter ounce (smoke up)
I gotta see you on that dance floor I just know it bounce (I know it bounce)
Lowkey I'm sorta down
Hop in the whip and go to town
Show me everything you're about
Zillow date we'll go around
We'll burn it all down
We'll burn it all down
Shalco?
You okay?
Yo you good?
Hello?
Yuh, yuh, ayy turn up
Hello?
This mic don't work I'm using my phone
I'm talking 'bout places I don't own
This desk is fake, even you're fake
You're a green screen I'm here alone
Five hundred thousand homeless
Twenty million empty homes
Up 40% in two years even with a loan
You'll never afford a house (never)
Drink up got a quarter ounce (smoke up)
I gotta see you on that dance floor I just know it bounce (I know it bounce)
Lowkey I'm sorta down
Hop in the whip and go to town
Show me everything you're about
Zillow date we'll go around
We'll burn it all down
Rented the fit I dance in
All I have left's these hands out
Dance with me for the people that tell us all we ever want is handouts
Like I just wanna hangout
On this dusty ass couch
Bought a shot for shorty
Looked at the receipt and passed out
All I heard was man down
All I heard was fam go
I woke up with no pockets
Fuckers took my damn clothes
My pants around my ankles
Watch how Uncle Sam go
Painting pictures on my face I call him Van Gogh
You'll never afford a house (never)
Drink up got a quarter ounce (smoke up)
I gotta see you on that dance floor I just know it bounce (I know it bounce)
Lowkey I'm sorta down
Hop in the whip and go to town
Show me everything you're about
Zillow date we'll go around
We'll burn it all down
We'll burn it all down
Imagine there's no heaven
Imagine there's no credit
Better yet, matter fact imagine a world where there's no John Lennon
I'm tryna get this bread in
So they could let me get
The heaven turned private prison
Now we need more felons
Sit down someone get him a chair (get him a chair)
He need to listen it's clear (listen it's clear)
Nothing more bitch-made than a brokie defending billionaires (you a bitch)
I got her clawing the air
She give that "feeling me stare" (she feeling me)
I'm feeling too silly to care
Got the chilly pillies in here (woo)
Come over I'm getting high
I feel petrified
But at least we have to try
And if I stay inside
I won't feel alright
I need to burn something down
You'll never afford a house (never)
Drink up got a quarter ounce (smoke up)
I gotta see you on that dance floor I just know it bounce (I know it bounce)
Lowkey I'm sorta down
Hop in the whip and go to town
Show me everything you're about
Zillow date we'll go around
We'll burn it all down
We'll burn it all down
Credits
Writer(s): Sina Darvishi Darvishi
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