This city has its share of stairs And if you stay there, no one cares These boxes I should probably recycle This city has its share of stairs
I haven’t eaten in so long Stoop kid’s afraid to leave his stoop I’d like to travel the world, babe But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop
The concrete breaks my heart again Some kid walks by, I spit at them The grocery store will still be there tomorrow The concrete breaks my heart again
I want a therapist more fucked up than me Stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop Because I look in your eyes like a deer looks into headlights Stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop
If I had a little time Maybe I could start to find my way out But every time I move my feet, dance my way across the street I lose it
There’s still beer cans on the step I pretend that I have kept on purpose But when the trashman comes around I just start to feel so down I can’t move
I haven’t eaten in so long Stoop kid’s afraid to leave his stoop I’d like to travel the world, babe But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop
But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop But stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoopTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
