文本歌词

Basement (地下室) - Bastille (巴士底乐队)/F. Strokes/F-U-G-Z
Greyhound Megabus clothes in a plastic bag
From shelter to shelter
Six kids with no dad
She left the city for a better life
Ran to a small town where the population was mostly white
Racial undertones trying to get back home
With barely enough to keep shirts on my backbone
Now ain't this real life
Numb to what pain feel like
Demons knocking like the sound of steel pipes
Same lady who gave birth
Never left my hometown
But she the reason I travelled the earth
Locked the door my uncle's going through her purse
Wake your brother up they're giving free meals at church
And I can't justify
How my day could black your eye
Now my sister can't trust a guy
We never had much
But we had us
And my brother found home in a pair of handcuffs
How am I gonna get myself back home
Ayyyyy ayyyyy I
The sound of bullets bounce as I write raps in the kitchen
Daddy in a cell trying to hold his ambition
Witness the transition from a boy to a martyr
Sell d**e but go to school to be a barber
The ghetto's like a prison
You locked but you still living
Barely breathing up until if you're leaving
But home is where the hate is
And my cousin ain't thirty yet
But she's got eight kids
Half look up to me
But the other half
Rarely f**k with me
'Cause apparently
They think I see myself as better
I see my songs as simply therapy
Now let's go back to that whole Greyhound bus bit
Mama worked there for old white folks wiping up sh*t
Tryna save ships
Now close your eyes and envision
How she turned a bus ride
Into a spaceship
How am I gonna get myself back home
Ayyyyyy ayyyyy I
Oh
How am I gonna get myself back home
Ayyyyyy ayyyyy I
My home is comprised of many elements
Grandaddy was a junkie and
Found home in a needle filled with daily medicine
Home is far less based on physicality
But embracing the mentality
That you can turn even the harshest
Conditions into an optimistic galaxy
Come home daddy
It's okay now
All the tears are dried up mama's in a better place now
No guns unless they're video games
And if you don't deside
To sex rock and roll and c*****e
Come home
Ahhhhhyyyyyy ohh
How am I gonna get myself back home
Ayyyyy ayyyyyy I
How am I gonna get myself back home
Ayyyyy ayyyyy I
From the basement
To the ceiling
Going back home
To replace this feeling
From the basement
To the ceiling
Going back home
To replace this feeling