Drawings on the Fridge

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Drawings on the Fridge lyrics

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Intro

Another hustle, another night. Just me and you, kid, holdin' tight. Yeah, streets are callin', but we're alright. Gonna grind it out, gonna win this fight.

Verse 1

Burnt the ramen on the stove, late-night kitchen grind. You laugh and say, "Pops, we eatin' fine." School callin', sayin' you're slippin' in the game. Parent meetin', empty seat, feelin' all the blame. Where she should've been, ghost in the frame. Braiding your hair from a phone screen, dodgin' the shame. You clap and yell, "You nailed it, Dad!" with that fire in your eyes. That's my crown in this concrete jungle, no disguise.

Pre-chorus

Yeah, grippin' this love like a lifeline in the storm. Playin' both roles, keepin' us warm.

Chorus

Drawings on the fridge, that's my empire. A piece of you, a spark of fire. I'm your shield and your guide, in the hood and the high. Sun up to sundown, never say die. Drawings on the fridge, yeah, that's our throne. Built from the struggle, flesh and bone. Mom and dad in one, moon and the sun. We own these streets, kid, the battle's won.

Verse 2

Remember your mama, dancin' under streetlights. Now I'm chasin' shadows, fightin' through the nights. Crashed out on the couch, storybook in hand. Hero in the hood, takin' my stand. You got her vibe, her hustle, her unbreakable spark. Livin' masterpiece, glowin' in the dark. Double shifts slangin' hours, dodgin' the eviction bite. Missed your recital, still haunts me every night.

Pre-chorus

Yeah, grippin' this love like a lifeline in the storm. Playin' both roles, keepin' us warm.

Chorus

Bridge

Nights I question if I'm built for this war. Feelin' cracked, but pushin' for more. You sneak in, hug tight, whisper "You're my king." That mends the breaks, makes my heart sing. From block to block, we rise above. This ain't just survival, it's real love.

Verse 3

Dug up her stash in the back alley shed. Faded pics, street dreams, words unsaid. You see me break, ask "Why the tears, Dad?" I say, "Proud of us, kid, ain't nothin' bad." You squeeze me fierce, "Best in the game, no cap." That flips the script, closes the gap. Team of two, scarred but supreme. Paintin' our future, chasin' the dream.

Chorus

Drawings on the fridge, that's my empire! A piece of you, a spark of fire! I'm your shield and your guide, in the hood and the high! Sun up to sundown, never say die! Drawings on the fridge, yeah, that's our throne! Built from the struggle, flesh and bone! Mom and dad in one, moon and the sun! We own these streets, kid, the battle's won!

Outro

Both parents hustlin'. For you, I'll conquer. My legacy. My crew. Drawings on the fridge, that's my empire. A piece of you, a spark of fire...

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