Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Man of the House , by - Fashawn. Release date: 23.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Man of the House |
| 10/21, day after I turned 21 |
| First LP, album released, again it begun |
| For the kid without a lid on his tongue |
| Who took a shit on the drums and slid out the slums |
| Ultimately I had an ultimatum |
| Smuggle drugs or become someone famous |
| Truth, I put in work in the booth |
| Way before Hannah saw her first tooth and poof |
| I blew up fo' both of us grew up |
| I tell ya times was rougher than nubuck, leather |
| Somehow I knew it wouldn’t stay that way forever |
| Long as I showed effort |
| How could I possible say I’m good |
| Especially when my mama still in the hood |
| My father is unemployed |
| Despite the lack of dollars they’re proud of their little boy |
| I doubt it would fill the void, in everybody’s pockets |
| You’d probably get annoyed |
| That wasn’t what I rapped for |
| First tour, Rav-4 |
| Grabbed my baggage and I was off |
| Traveling abroad, had to see it all |
| Berlin wall, Taj Mahal |
| Felt I knew how to run 'for I knew how to crawl |
| Had a burden on my back, the planet on my shoulder |
| And one simple task, all I had to do was hold it |
| And I grow, and I grow, and I grow |
| To be the man of the house now baby |
| To be the man of the house now baby |
| And we grow, and we grow, and we grow, and we grow |
| To be the men of the house now baby |
| To be the men of the house now baby |
| Word to Madonna |
| My pops had never preached, furthest thing from the street |
| He’d stay in, discreet |
| When he wasn’t in the pen he was tryin' diss police |
| Tryna get a piece of pussy instead of tryna visit me |
| Damn, what a fatherly figure |
| When we met, I was 15 and I hardly remember |
| Bitter, I was, admit, a tad bit |
| Spent 15 years wondering where dad went, fuck |
| Then a year, again he would disappear |
| Little did I know I had a little sister near |
| A few brothers that I never met |
| The world on my shoulders, only thing the nigga ever left |
| Dad you never made it home |
| How’d you make it to my pad? |
| And why am I paying for your cab? |
| I couldn’t figure it out |
| Even as a young boy I was the man of the house |
| So, fuck |
| I guess I haven’t blew up yet |
| According to your definition of success |
| I should be dicking a model |
| Driving a Bugatti instead of whipping in Tahoe |
| I know, I deserve a bigger amount |
| Counting every penny, cause every penny counts |
| Even when I made dollars it ain’t make sense |
| Another journey for the journalist |
| And here we go |