Latchkey Songtext
Johnny used to dance with the devil
Best friend had a tear tattoo
Mother worked 3 jobs didn’t get home till 2am
Latch key baby had no curfew
High on white girls partying in bathrooms
Never in the moment, your performing you just do it for the gram
Malibu dreams from Brixton
Scrolling through a world of fiction
Super rich kid addiction
But your mama said
Be careful of the shooter
They might cap you Martin Luther
Watch your back, they be shooting boy
When you black they want your future
Be careful of the shooter
They might cap you Martin Luther
Watch your back, they be shooting boy
When you black they want your future
Staring at the ceiling half past out
Becky in your system with the James Brown
Nobody to call mama out in the diner making bands
Now you got the munchies for the Krispy Kreme
Meeting with the nigga with the triple beam
Grand mama told you I can tell you who are when I meet your friends
Malibu dreams from Brixton Scrolling through a world of fiction
Super rich kid addictions
Jumping off the roof to feel something
Rather have the pain than feel nothing
Bout to start a fight the bloods rushing
But your mama said
Be careful of the shooter
They might cap you Martin Luther
Watch your back, they be shooting boy
When you black they want your future
Be careful of the shooter
They might cap you Martin Luther
Watch your back, they be shooting boy
When you black they want your future
Life of party but you can’t leave
Round of applause is not what you need
Walls close in and you can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse, stuck in reverse
But your mama said
Be careful of the shooter
They might cap you Martin Luther
Watch your back, they be shooting boy
When you black they want your future
Be careful of the shooter
They might cap you Martin Luther
Watch your back, they be shooting boy
When you black they want your future
Best friend had a tear tattoo
Mother worked 3 jobs didn’t get home till 2am
Latch key baby had no curfew
High on white girls partying in bathrooms
Never in the moment, your performing you just do it for the gram
Malibu dreams from Brixton
Scrolling through a world of fiction
Super rich kid addiction
But your mama said
Be careful of the shooter
They might cap you Martin Luther
Watch your back, they be shooting boy
When you black they want your future
Be careful of the shooter
They might cap you Martin Luther
Watch your back, they be shooting boy
When you black they want your future
Staring at the ceiling half past out
Becky in your system with the James Brown
Nobody to call mama out in the diner making bands
Now you got the munchies for the Krispy Kreme
Meeting with the nigga with the triple beam
Grand mama told you I can tell you who are when I meet your friends
Malibu dreams from Brixton Scrolling through a world of fiction
Super rich kid addictions
Jumping off the roof to feel something
Rather have the pain than feel nothing
Bout to start a fight the bloods rushing
But your mama said
Be careful of the shooter
They might cap you Martin Luther
Watch your back, they be shooting boy
When you black they want your future
Be careful of the shooter
They might cap you Martin Luther
Watch your back, they be shooting boy
When you black they want your future
Life of party but you can’t leave
Round of applause is not what you need
Walls close in and you can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse, stuck in reverse
But your mama said
Be careful of the shooter
They might cap you Martin Luther
Watch your back, they be shooting boy
When you black they want your future
Be careful of the shooter
They might cap you Martin Luther
Watch your back, they be shooting boy
When you black they want your future
