Novel - Hotels & Heartbreak feat. Amir Taron lyrics
rate me[Chorus]
Yeah she tired of being alone, you need a place to roam
Where to go home, but shawty sleeping on the couch
Or living in a hotel, in a hotel, in a hotel, yeah, in a hotel
She keep tryina keep her tears, from running down her face
Kiss the kid goodbye then she run about the place
In a 6 inch heels with her son around her waist
Screaming mama don’t go but she running kinda late
No trippin, does what she does, gets a few shots just to get a little buzz
Then she close her little eyes and she give a little love
But nino, gino man, at the gentleman’s club
Strobe lights, smoke getting thicker
Even slow nights so the money come quicker
Then it’s off to the next town, where the sun glitters
Off the yellow brick road and the waterfount liquor
Where the lions dance with the brainless sinners
And tin man watch cause they got a bomb ticker
Calling playing a lifestyle looking for a winner
And she praying right now, to god forgive her
[Chorus] x 2
Yeah she tired of being alone, you need a place to roam
Where to go home, but shawty sleeping on the couch
Or living in a hotel, in a hotel, in a hotel, yeah, in a hotel
Tryina keep the tears, from running down her face
Kiss her mother goodbye then she pack up all her things
In a 6 inch heels and Louie Vuitton bag
Said that love is pain she tired of feeling that
Tired of being lonely, tired of being touched by
A step dad, everytime he get a little drunk
So she close her eyes and pretend that it’s love
But ain’t no gentle love when the gentlemen lust
Your lone nights, clouds getting bigger,
The cigarette smoke is surrounding the mirrors
And it’s off to the next town, where the sun glitters
Off the concrete roads on that shards off that litter
Where the sirens blast and the nights going withers
Where the cops harass all the stone hard sinners
Sitting in the boneyard stoned off liquor
Everybody stoned hard...
[Chorus] x 2
The tears leave a path on her cheek bones
Dried up like her dreams gone
Home sick in the back seat on a v hit cold home, no sweet home
Car for a casa, parked in the plaza
Stuck in a crim space, she talk with the father
Laying with her head on the coup, no bread for the...
No bed to sleep, on
Eyes ain’t been dried for hours
Been 2 weeks sicne she had a shower
Thinking she might have to sel herself
What’s she tells herself, until she smell herself
And break down, bronw eyes, long lashes
Tears stain fog glasses, she lounging for a soft mattress
In dire need of a home, she tired of being alone
[Chorus] x 2
