Текст песни 1515 Washington - Astronautalis

Pack 'em all in, 4 folks up inside a 3 bed
Fuck a landlord, make a room out the practice space
Run an orange line through the laundry room
And be living three hundred a month
Yup, all bills erry'thang
Livin off a rap, ramen noodles, and the kindest friends
Drugs will pay the rent, keep the party moving everyday

Vegan with the tracks, ain't no beef inside anything
Homies at your back, yup, you survive everything
Except that heat, believe in that
That smoke will fucking choke your lungs
Boy, that draft back will flash like a dagger drawn in a club
Smolder on the mattress till the 02 rolls through
And blows it up, turn everything to ashes
Watch them firefighters soak it up

So, what would you grab
If your fuckin house was burnin down?
2 seconds to dash? You ain't reaching for no Nikes
Bish don't make me laugh
See how simple your whole life is in the palm of your hand

OH! The smoke will lead you home!

As I write this, Ukraine is burning
And the flames in Venezuela made Valencia an urn
My own personal history feels so damn worthless
And I wonder if I grabbed the right things
When I escaped the burning building?

That silly feeling making your problems feel small
While simultaneously feeling helpless and numb to it all
Feel like a fucking asshole
For all the shoes that I bought
Knowing they all just turned to ashes
When the laces all caught on fire

All night I couldn't sleep a wink, while looters broke in
And picked through our singed things
To sell it all for scratch so they could chase dreams
Or chase a high, or chase something else that's in between
Maybe I shouldn't have kept a god damn thing
Let it all burn down start over, just slate clean
That's easy for me to say cause I didn't lose much...

Except when I lost touch