Текст песни Living Room - Kota the Friend

My plane takin′ off but I'll let you know when I land
I′m headed somewhere that you won't even see on the 'Gram
I got a problem with lettin′ opportunities go
′Cause I don't trust a blessing that didn′t come from my own two hands
I think my deepest connection is with my living room
My couch is cozy, I fall asleep on it every day
I keep it clean, like every hour I get the broom
Always got the lavender pumpin', I love it in my space
I′m hella picky with everyone I invite
Some people that's my friends, I told ′em they banned for life
'Cause people who respect you gon' respect your crib
If you smokin′ at my spot, go and get your shit
I work hella hard for everything that I got, ho
Say that you can make another me but you can′t, though
Nobody was spoon-fed, stay away from new friends
Old school nigga, never caught up in a new trend
Playin' Dad so the air is mad fresh
Keep a ZZ plant by my bed for my last breath
Wine cellar for the moments when I′m feelin' mad tense
Lookin′ at the past got me feelin' like I′m mad blessed