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Kendra Morris - In My House [Official Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendra Morris
Kendra Morris
Vocals
Leroi Conroy
Leroi Conroy
Vibraphone
Supremo Massiv
Supremo Massiv
Guitar
Monti Miramonti
Monti Miramonti
Bass
Chauncey Yearwood
Chauncey Yearwood
Vocal Ensemble
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kendra Morris
Kendra Morris
Songwriter
Chauncey Yearwood
Chauncey Yearwood
Songwriter
Christopher Waller
Christopher Waller
Songwriter
Andrew Miramonti
Andrew Miramonti
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kendra Morris
Kendra Morris
Producer
Leroi Conroy
Leroi Conroy
Producer
Doug Krebs
Doug Krebs
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

In my house
I got four rooms, a seat
Where my dogs lounge later than me
Where I find myself incessantly talking to no one here
It's my thing
When I'm fumbling for the keys
See it's only the first week
And my heat is a fortune I can't afford
Somebody owes me but I am the lonely
And I wanna be anything now that we gotta be playin' around with the fires
In the parking lot gotta hop tell someone not to drop telephone numbers outside
A Little lookey loo lonely sellin' baloney
Messin' around with the sunshine again
If you happen to see if the meal is for free
I'll take two of your problems the rest is on fleek
With a knife in your back
How's your wife in the back?
Got the lock in attack
In my house
Not in my house
In my house it's a mess and I can't so much rest 'til it's cleaned up
In my house it's a mess and I can't so much rest 'til it's cleaned up
In my house
I leave the lighting on
You'll hear me in the night
On my kitchen stroll on a roll making the cravings I'm feeling
A little bit less It's a lot
To be stacking up all the pieces day by day
To be moving from room to room see
Somebody owes me but I'm still the only
Well it's never enough of a time or a place to be making a move or you're winning a race
It's a boulder I'm pushing, not mountains, not valleys. My lows and my highs are a punch in my face
And I wanna be straightening up all of the lamp shades, the dust on the fans and the shit in the microwave
I never said I was perfect, not me but I'm holding the doors and I got the keys to my house
But I'm holding the doors and I got the keys to my house
In my house it's a mess and I can't so much rest 'til it's cleaned up
In my house it's a mess and I can't so much rest 'til it's cleaned up
No more movin' away I'll be settin' up in the home
No more movin' away i'll be settin' up in the house
No more movin' away I'll be settin' up in the rooms
No more movin away i'll be settin up in the home
In my house it's a mess and I can't so much rest 'til it's cleaned up
In my house it's a mess and I can't so much rest 'til it's cleaned up
Written by: Andrew Miramonti, Chauncey Yearwood, Christopher Waller, Kendra Morris
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