For The Streets - Rvshvd

Memory comes when memory's old I am never the first to know Following the stream up North Where do people like us float There is room in my lap For bruises, asses, handclaps I will never disappear For forever, I'll be here Whispering Morning, keep the streets empty for me Morning, keep the streets empty for me I'm laying down, eating snow My fur is hot, my tongue is cold On a bed of spider web I think of how to change myself A lot of hope in a one man tent There's no room for innocence Take me home before the storm Velvet moths will keep us warm Whispering Morning, keep the streets empty for me Morning, keep the streets empty for me Whispering Morning, keep the streets empty for me Morning, keep the streets empty for me Uncover our heads and reveal our souls We were hungry before we were born Uncover our heads and reveal our souls We were hungry before we were born Uncover our heads and reveal our souls We were hungry before we were born Uncover our heads and reveal our souls We were hungry before we were born

Mmmm mmm Mmm (It's Rvshvd) Pardon my Georgia slang Willacoochee born n raised (damn right) Just because I talk this way It really don't mean a thang What, you never seen a black dude boot scoot? Knee bruised but I'm new school Keep it real, why don't you yeah I guess I ain't built the same, special kinda DNA Who I am is mama's homemade sweet tea Twisted with some hunnid proof Tennessee That kinda bonafide moonshine you only find in the sticks Yeah And at times I'm a dirty South hip hop Mix it with some country boy reefa Throw in a lil lil Wayne and lil bit of Travis Tritt Yeah I hit different (Hit different, hit different, hit d-d-d-different) Some people like the crowds, wait in line for a club downtown I like to take it way on out, turn it up and bring it way up loud (y'all know what I'm talkin' bout) Ain't gonna catch me in the city (no) Ain't no parking for this f150 (uh uh) Strictly corn bread and biscuits Catfish n chilli Chased with a shot of whiskey Who I am is mama's homemade sweet tea (I am) Twisted with some hunnid proof Tennessee (yeah) That kinda bonafide moonshine you only find in the sticks (bonafide in the sticks) And at times I'm a dirty South hip hop Mix it with some country boy reefa Throw in a lil lil Wayne and a lil bit of Travis Tritt Yeah, I hit different If you like lil Wayne and tailgates, can i get a hell yeah (hell yeah) And if you like fish n grits, that country shit, holla and let me hear ya (hey) Whether you're rollin on dubs or jacked up trucks, turn that shit up And if you came here tonight, about that life, you a real one Who I am is mama's homemade sweet tea Twisted with some hunnid proof Tennessee That kinda bonafide moonshine you only find out in the sticks And at times I'm a dirty South hip hop Mix it with some country boy reefa Throw in a lil lil Wayne and a lil bit of Travis Tritt Yeah, I hit different (Hit different, hit hit different, hit d-d-d-different, d-different, hit different) I hit different