From the Struggle (feat. CB) - ATM Franchise

Struggle's real So real 5 a.m. comes early, jacking Folgers in his cup He wakes her up and lays her clothes out and packs her lunch Got to rush to catch the school bus Ponytails and toothbrush Sometimes it seems it's too much He waves goodbye, then he sighs 12-hour days and barely getting by Her mama working third shift and he hopes she ain't back getting high On a slippery slope slowly slip into a pit Hanging off her dear life, losing grip but he refused to quit I see the look in your eyes and I know how you feel Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill You don't care how they feel 'Cause the struggle is real I know the struggle is real She's almost 40 and still dancing on that brass pole Customers are disrespectful, manager's an asshole Her greater goals overshadow all the sorrows 5 a.m. will take forever, few more minutes 'til tomorrow Not enough dollars in her garter for their house of dreams Run into the dressing room, slams the door and starts to scream Where she wants to be in life is still a distant image At her wit's end, still is infinite, story hasn't ended I see the look in your eyes and I know how you feel Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill You don't care how they feel 'Cause the struggle is real I know the struggle is real He walks outside and throws his tools into his pickup truck Looks up and smiles, see her Altima is pulling up Her weight is lifted, her door's open, and he knows she's sober He grabs the holder, she finds comfort underneath his shoulder As they embrace, all of their worries are erased Because together they can face all the obstacles in place Pulls out of the holler to go make an honest dollar Paid dues won't lose, smile through the blues of blue collar I see the look in your eyes and I know how you feel Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill You don't care how they feel 'Cause the struggle is real I see the look in your eyes and I know just how you feel Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill You don't care how they feel 'Cause the struggle is real I know the struggle is real

Your eyes ain't Not your haze I feel so addicted Now stay Dare I say Not your haze That makes you look deeply at my knife When I look into the pond Unlike the rest you know Whatever other times Never all bout nothing When your're all year in my head Tell you why, tell me why I never knew you, how? A bit unlikely now Your eyes ain't Not your haze I feel so addicted Now stay When I look into the pond Unlike the rest you know Whatever other times Never all bout nothing When you're all year in my head Tell you why, tell me why I never knew you, how? A bit unlikely now Tell you why, tell me why I never knew you, how? A bit unlikely now Tell you why, tell me why I never knew you, how? A bit unlikely now