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My Block
If you couldn't figure it out from the title, it's about my block.
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About the song
I was running one day when I just started to notice all the sh*** about my neighborhood, and how pretty much every suburbia is the same.
Lyrics
It's time for me to rep for my hood, I mean suburbia
Where everyday is the same, I can't complainin much
And every hood, has got they own landmarks
Like the car parked in the same spot for the past 10 years running
and can't get enough of nothing, cuz nothing's whats going on
Nuts to something I love it
We ain't the richest, ain't the brokest by far
and every 5 to 10 houses you can find a nice car
No one trying to big time, except who they are
and everyone knows you, just like at the bar
None of the kids hustle, they 9 to 5 the day
But if you need, you can find it, a stone's throw away
Yeah, monotony has gotten me to the point where I love this place...
Chorus:
Not the same one, but we grew up the same place, kicked the same place, chilling here on my block
Mundane, and I love it the same, nothing ever changes, chilling here on my block
....find me here on my block
....I love it here on my block
I'm too lazy at the moment to type out the second verse...just listen.
Where everyday is the same, I can't complainin much
And every hood, has got they own landmarks
Like the car parked in the same spot for the past 10 years running
and can't get enough of nothing, cuz nothing's whats going on
Nuts to something I love it
We ain't the richest, ain't the brokest by far
and every 5 to 10 houses you can find a nice car
No one trying to big time, except who they are
and everyone knows you, just like at the bar
None of the kids hustle, they 9 to 5 the day
But if you need, you can find it, a stone's throw away
Yeah, monotony has gotten me to the point where I love this place...
Chorus:
Not the same one, but we grew up the same place, kicked the same place, chilling here on my block
Mundane, and I love it the same, nothing ever changes, chilling here on my block
....find me here on my block
....I love it here on my block
I'm too lazy at the moment to type out the second verse...just listen.
