[00:00.00] 作词 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/James Bryan McCullom
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/James Bryan McCullom
[00:16.87]Once upon a time in an apartment home
[00:19.22]Lived a little girl with a heart of stone
[00:21.28]'Cause part of her heart was partly gone
[00:23.73]Rarely seen and hardly known
[00:25.64]Treated like a mat on a boxing ring
[00:27.84]Blood drop stains on the twin box springs
[00:29.91]Daddy came to visit it's not a dream
[00:31.83]She thought to herself what is happenin'
[00:34.22]Above her head is a crucifix
[00:36.22]But lucifer loosens up his wrist
[00:38.50]Lays her down with an open fist
[00:40.57]And all that was left was hopelessness
[00:42.79]Little girl where's your lovin' mother
[00:45.02]Under the covers under the covers
[00:47.29]Little girl what have you discovered
[00:49.35]She stuttered
[00:50.52]Growin' up in the gutter no more fairytales
[00:54.70]And so no place like hell no place like home
[00:59.49]Growin' up in the gutter black and white in a frame
[01:03.30]There we are safe and sound stray guns no aim yea
[01:07.70]Growin' up in the gutter
[01:09.43]And you ain't gotta be from the projects
[01:11.09]To deal with this nonsense rittz
[01:12.16]'Cause even in suburbia somebody will murder ya
[01:14.26]Over nothin' leave your body slumpin'
[01:15.42]In the parking lot of your complex
[01:17.10]Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest
[01:19.12]My town is full of drug dealers
[01:20.38]Most of them get shot in the process
[01:21.95]Hustlin' and stackin' up profits
[01:23.38]They robbin' mother****ers like they havin' a contest
[01:25.74]**** he took a b***h to his apartment to brag
[01:27.34]A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged
[01:29.67]'Cause he showed her all the pills he had for sale
[01:31.17]For the low
[01:31.64]She told her cousin
[01:32.37]Then her cousin grabbed a glock and a mask
[01:33.84]Kicked in his door laid him down
[01:35.06]Then he shot him and dashed
[01:35.90]Ran off with all that he had
[01:37.11]He used to be ballin' now he got a colostomy bag
[01:39.28]What you know about that
[01:40.34]Middle class white b***h slangin' her body for crack
[01:42.34]Mexican drug cartels you hear the buck shot shells
[01:44.51]And then the blood clot fails there ain't no healin' the wounds
[01:46.88]Biggest meth bust on the east coast right here in duluth
[01:49.44]My lyrics are proof of growin' up in the gutter
[01:52.14]You think you can define how hard you got it
[01:55.38]By what neighborhood you live in ****er
[01:58.24]
[01:58.99]Wake up in the gutter
[02:00.97]No more fairytales
[02:03.12]And so no place like hell no place like home
[02:08.11]Growin' up in the gutter black and white in a frame
[02:11.77]There we are safe and sound stray guns no aim yea
[02:16.15]Growin' up in the gutter
[02:17.74]
[02:19.02]Slumerican indeed I am
[02:21.50]Drug through the mud like a **** what I am
[02:23.51]Was child who was beat I am
[02:25.68]Leather belts that made me I am
[02:27.87]Home alone again at 8 I am
[02:29.91]Somebody's life to rate I am
[02:32.13]Given to the beast by fate I am
[02:34.17]The one who did escape I am
[02:36.20]A voice for the cold in the dark I am
[02:38.55]The one who sold his heart I am
[02:40.46]From a family torn apart I am
[02:42.73]A target for your dart I am
[02:44.90]Sick again from the whips I am
[02:47.02]Head to the gun and click I am
[02:49.10]A soul that don't run from **** I am
[02:51.32]Exposed to the goats of sin I am
[02:53.55]Met a ghost and he said I am
[02:55.68]In the basement in red I am
[02:57.83]Dead cause the ouija board said
[02:59.57]I am
[03:03.58]
[03:07.64]Growin' up in the gutter no more fairytales
[03:11.78]And so no place like hell no place like home
[03:16.61]Growin' up in the gutter black and white in a frame
[03:20.33]There we are safe and sound stray guns no aim yea
[03:24.65]Growin' up in the gutter

作词 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/James Bryan McCullom
作曲 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/James Bryan McCullom
Once upon a time in an apartment home
Lived a little girl with a heart of stone
'Cause part of her heart was partly gone
Rarely seen and hardly known
Treated like a mat on a boxing ring
Blood drop stains on the twin box springs
Daddy came to visit it's not a dream
She thought to herself what is happenin'
Above her head is a crucifix
But lucifer loosens up his wrist
Lays her down with an open fist
And all that was left was hopelessness
Little girl where's your lovin' mother
Under the covers under the covers
Little girl what have you discovered
She stuttered
Growin' up in the gutter no more fairytales
And so no place like hell no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter black and white in a frame
There we are safe and sound stray guns no aim yea
Growin' up in the gutter
And you ain't gotta be from the projects
To deal with this nonsense rittz
'Cause even in suburbia somebody will murder ya
Over nothin' leave your body slumpin'
In the parking lot of your complex
Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest
My town is full of drug dealers
Most of them get shot in the process
Hustlin' and stackin' up profits
They robbin' mother****ers like they havin' a contest
**** he took a b***h to his apartment to brag
A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged
'Cause he showed her all the pills he had for sale
For the low
She told her cousin
Then her cousin grabbed a glock and a mask
Kicked in his door laid him down
Then he shot him and dashed
Ran off with all that he had
He used to be ballin' now he got a colostomy bag
What you know about that
Middle class white b***h slangin' her body for crack
Mexican drug cartels you hear the buck shot shells
And then the blood clot fails there ain't no healin' the wounds
Biggest meth bust on the east coast right here in duluth
My lyrics are proof of growin' up in the gutter
You think you can define how hard you got it
By what neighborhood you live in ****er
Wake up in the gutter
No more fairytales
And so no place like hell no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter black and white in a frame
There we are safe and sound stray guns no aim yea
Growin' up in the gutter
Slumerican indeed I am
Drug through the mud like a **** what I am
Was child who was beat I am
Leather belts that made me I am
Home alone again at 8 I am
Somebody's life to rate I am
Given to the beast by fate I am
The one who did escape I am
A voice for the cold in the dark I am
The one who sold his heart I am
From a family torn apart I am
A target for your dart I am
Sick again from the whips I am
Head to the gun and click I am
A soul that don't run from **** I am
Exposed to the goats of sin I am
Met a ghost and he said I am
In the basement in red I am
Dead cause the ouija board said
I am
Growin' up in the gutter no more fairytales
And so no place like hell no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter black and white in a frame
There we are safe and sound stray guns no aim yea
Growin' up in the gutter