LYRIC

Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story?

Saturday night was at this real wild party

There was liquor overflowin' the cup,

About 5 or 6 strippers trying to work for a buck.

So I took one girl outside with me,

Her name was Londy, she went to Junior High with me,

I said, "Why you up in there dancing for cash?

I guess a whole lot's changed since I seen you last."

She said...

What would you do if your son was at home

Crying all alone

On the bedroom floor,

Cause he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to

Sleep with a man for a little bit of money?

And his daddy's gone in and out of lock down,

I ain't got a job now,

He's just smokin' rock now,

So for you this is just a good time

But for me this is what I call life

Girl, you ain't the only one to have a baby,

That's no excuse to be living all crazy

So she stared me right square in the eye

And said, "Everyday I wake up, hoping to die"

She said, "They're gonna know about pain

'Cause me and my sister ran away,

So our daddy couldn't rape us,

Before I was a teenager

I done been through more shit

You can't even relate to"

What would you do if your son was at home

Crying all alone

On the bedroom floor,

Cause he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to

Sleep with a man for a little bit of money?

And his daddy's gone in and out of lock down,

I ain't got a job now,

He's just smokin' rock now,

So for you this is just a good time

But for me this is what I call life

What would you do?

Get up off my feet and stop making tired excuses

What would you do?

Get up off my feet and stop making tired excuses

What would you do?

Get up off my feet and stop making tired excuses

What would you do?

Get up off my feet!

What would you do if your son was at home

Crying all alone

On the bedroom floor,

Cause he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to

Sleep with a man for a little bit of money?

And his daddy's gone in and out of lock down,

I ain't got a job now,

He's just smokin' rock now,

So for you this is just a good time

But for me this is what I call life (x2)

What would you do if your son was at home

Crying all alone

On the bedroom floor,

Cause he's hungry

Bastille - What Would You Do? (City High cover) - lyrics


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