Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This is Not a Home, artist - Mr. J. Medeiros. Album song Saudade, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.08.2011
Record label: De Medeiros
Song language: English
This is Not a Home |
| Sipping a scummy pint |
| Money is tight |
| Clumsy is night |
| High dunk types skunking the lights |
| Funny they fight for no cause |
| Only to hide in those bars |
| And scoff from their L.A. lofts at smoke laws |
| Fashion friendly the the act of trendy |
| Laugh past you then master the craft of envy |
| The Pabst half empty |
| That or an M.G.D. |
| Have an mp3 on me |
| Now invent me |
| Blog writers turn snob drivers for ad space |
| A cog for hire |
| The admires of fast pace business |
| Infiltrate to earn the pass |
| So now the privileged can imitate the working class |
| And get they street cred |
| Tradder Joes and wheat bread |
| Catering their nose on the weekend |
| See them on the deep end |
| In the neon the city sleeps in |
| And me just another pee on |
| Man meet me where the leash ends |
| I need to find a home |
| I’m looking for a home |
| I’m thinking of a home |
| I’m dreaming of a home |
| The people need a home |
| A man who needs a home |
| A woman and a home |
| Cus when the lights go off |
| And the show has been played |
| And you’ve got nothing but the smell of smoke to your name |
| And a mirror that you look at |
| Feeling the hook for every chance you took |
| You need to look back |
| Searching for a home |
| Lovers of apathy and irony |
| These Iron Sheiks lining the streets |
| Designer cheap blind eyeing me |
| Lying asleep how they be finding me |
| Relying on the files I leak |
| Between the idols |
| The sheep seeking the style they keep |
| Needing a remedy |
| As Ceci N’est Pas Une Pipe |
| Feeds they identity |
| Evolve |
| They too self involved |
| Their too many |
| For you my two pennies on cool |
| For who the self dissolves |
| Felt resolve from a photograph |
| My father his guitar and a phonograph |
| A scholar in a bar with a foaming stash |
| Putting a dollar in your jar for the culture clash |
| Holding fast to a flash made memory |
| The past fades endlessly |
| They ask in their veins to remember me |
| Two vain eyes in a friendless sleep |
| Who will remain disguised in every senseless tweet |
| I need to find a home |
| I’m looking for a home |
| I’m thinking of a home |
| I’m dreaming of a home |
| The people need a home |
| A man who needs a home |
| A woman and a home |
| Cus when the lights go off |
| And the show has been played |
| And you’ve got nothing but the smell of smoke to your name |
| And a mirror that you look at |
| Feeling the hook for every chance you took |
| You need to look back |
| It’s getting even harder to find friends |
| Being without a car |
| Believing the bartend |
| Can see you for who you are in the end |
| A lost rapper |
| A Johnny Walker Black |
| A sox ball cap |
| A false rapture |
| Now tell me something honest offend me |
| Just tell me that I’m artless hem me |
| Tell me cuz I’m armless my mouth is harnessed |
| I’m out of promise |
| I’m harmless |
| My honor won’t defend me |
| The dollar who lusts pop |
| It lends me a damaging trust |
| The Los Angeles bus stop is empty |
| I pass them they mask it friendly |
| The laughing the last one standing |
| We acting like we stand-ins |
| Tempt me |
| My testimony |
| I’m the moleskin I’m told in |
| The sentence that left me lonely |
| With nothing but a phone in my palm |
| I was something back home with mom |
| I need to find a home |
| I’m looking for a home |
| I’m thinking of a home |
| I’m dreaming of a home |
| The people need a home |
| A man who needs a home |
| A woman and a home |
| Cus when the lights go off |
| And the show has been played |
| And you’ve got nothing but the smell of smoke to your name |
| And a mirror that you look at |
| Feeling the hook for every chance you took |
| You need to look back |
| Searching for a home |