Keys to the House

Name: Keys to the House
Duration: 238 s
Description: Keys to the House by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Now the cameras love the ones who talk the cleanest game Smile for the room while the block still feel…”

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Keys to the House lyrics

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Intro

Yeah… they gave me the keys… But the field still callin’…

Verse 1

House got better scraps, better roof, better view Closer to the flame, so the stories hit different too Field hands saw the whip, felt the sun cook the back House hands heard the plans before the plans attacked One learned survival by keepin’ his head low Other learned the language of the ones who ran the show Both was chained… just different length of rope One prayed for the harvest, one prayed they’d never know

Pre-chorus

Now the cameras love the ones who talk the cleanest game Smile for the room while the block still feel the rain They say “we made it” like the field don’t exist Like the ones still pushin’ carts ain’t part of the script

Chorus

They gave me the keys to the house But the field still got my name on the deed You can change the locks, you can paint the walls But the dirt on these hands don’t ever leave They gave me the keys to the house Told me “boy, you finally free” I still hear the field when the lights go out And the field still got a hold on me

Verse 2

Modern version look different but the pattern repeat Some get the corner office, start forgettin’ the street Talk about “the culture” while they dine with the same Folks who used to own the culture and change the game Field still clockin’ in when the cameras turn off Still dodgin’ the rain when the forecast say “soft” House say “pull yourself up” with a latte in hand Field say “I been pullin’… where the ladder stand?”

Pre-chorus

Proximity do something to the way you see the war When you sleep in the big house you forget what the field for Not everybody who made it turned they back on the block But the ones who did… they the loudest when they talk

Chorus

They gave me the keys to the house But the field still got my name on the deed… You can change the locks, you can paint the walls But the dirt on these hands don’t ever leave

Bridge

I ain’t hatin’ on the ones who made it through the door… Just pray they don’t forget what the door was for ‘Cause the field raised me… taught me how to fight Taught me how to see the game when the lights get bright

Chorus

They gave me the keys to the house, keys to the house But the field still got my name on the deed, name on the deed You can change the locks… you can paint the walls… But the dirt on these hands… don’t ever leave… They gave me the keys… But I still hear the field… when the lights go out… And the field… still got… a hold… on me…

Outro

Yeah… they gave me the keys… But the field still callin’… And I’m still answerin’.

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