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PERFORMING ARTISTS
City High
City High
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robby Pardlo
Robby Pardlo
Songwriter
Ryan Toby
Ryan Toby
Songwriter
Brian Bailey
Brian Bailey
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Producer
Jerry Duplessis
Jerry Duplessis
Producer
Robby Pardlo
Robby Pardlo
Producer
Ryan Toby
Ryan Toby
Producer
Robby & Ryan
Robby & Ryan
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story?
Saturday night I was at this real wild party
They had the liquor overflowing the cup
About five or six strippers tryna work for a buck
And I took one girl outside with me
Her name was Lonni, she went to junior high with me
I said, "Why you up in there dancin' for cash?
I guess a whole a 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
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lockdown
I ain't got a job now
So for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life
Mmm
Girl, you ain't the only one with a baby
That's no excuse to be livin' all crazy
Then she looked me right square in the eye
And said every day I wake up hopin' to die
She said, "[****], I know about pain 'cause
Me and my sister ran away so my daddy couldn't rape us
Before I was a teenager
I done been through more [shit] that you can't even relate to"
What would you do if your son was at home (Oh)
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor (Woahh, woah)
'Cause he's hungry?
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit of money (Yeah, woah)
And his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lockdown
I ain't got a job now
So for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life
Mmm (Yeah)
Yo, wait, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, stop the record, yo
Stop the record
Yo shorty, you ain't gotta be going out like this, man
Hold up!
(What would you do?)
Get up on my feet and let go of every excuse
(What would you do?)
'Cause I wouldn't want my baby to go through what I went through
(Come on, what would you do?)
Get up on my feet and stop making tired excuses
(What would you do?)
Girl, I know if my mother can do it, baby, you can do it
What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor (Crying all alone, yeah)
'Cause he's hungry?
And the only way to feed him is to (Only way to feed him)
Sleep with a man for a little bit of money
And his daddy's gone (No)
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lockdown (Yeah)
I ain't got a job now (Yeah)
So for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life
Mmm
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
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lockdown
I ain't got a job now
So for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life
Come on
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
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lockdown
I ain't got a job now
So for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life
Mmm
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Brian Bailey, Calvin Broadus, David Axelrod, Melvin Charles Bradford, Robby Pardlo, Robert S Pardlo, Ryan Toby
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