Brushing off snow at 3:00AM
You drag your beaten body back home again
In my head I scream: just give her a chance to live her life, to live how she believes
Pick herself up, spit back in their face
I ain’t religious
But every night I pray you get to where you wanna be
Where you wanna be
Every night I sleep
I ain’t religious
But every night I pray you get to where you wanna be
Every night I sleep
Where you wanna be
We laugh about the wild days, when we first met
We rap about…where we wanna be
Life’s a bitch, for you and me
Hate persists, but so do we
Ya rrr, but so do we
Crash house, trash house
Poor artist madhouse
Freakiest people in Allston dropping in and out
I’m gonna be-in-a-band, you’re a painter, I’m a fan
Bartending late night, waiting tables sunlight
You and me vs. the man, big ideas, no plan
Wishing maybe we could be, more than a human battery
City rent’s too expensive, launch counter offensives
They ain’t stopping us both, they ain’t stopping us nope.
Hit the road, run for life, chase our dreams, take flight
Ever seen people, writing their own sequel
Now we be like ‘yup-yup’, no longer sayin’ ‘oh-fuck’
Love seeing you grow, stepping back and sayin’ “whoa”
You-always holding me up, supporting all my stupid stuff
Doin’ life off-the-cuff, we all aces no bluff
Bark-bark, meow-meow, on the prowl, two scowls
I howl, you growl
Rrr!
I hope you get where you wanna be
Other lyrics by Big D and the Kids Table:
Allston Storm
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King Margaret
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Little Talks
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More Fun
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One Like You
I’m one like you, Confused Pondering ‘what hell I’m gonna do’ And you, like me, beat ya mind up ‘till it’s black ’n’ blue Thoughts bruise, we loose, from our own ill …