"In My House" 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
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
Writer(s): Kendra Joan Morris, Chauncey Yearwood, Christopher Waller, Andrew Miramonti
