7 Living Rooms Songtext
von Cyrus

Give me drums, from the bottom we live
Don′t throw shade at the sun, might get too hot for your bitch
Please, no photos, ain't nothing picture perfect
My voice so fucking winded, let my light skin do the talking
Been cooking up all morning, crack rock in these vocals
My music got the kind of tendency to make a drug out of your woman
My music got the kind of tendency to bring love out of your woman
My music got the kinda shit that make you want to hit the keyboard
(And start the replay)

You build a wall, treat that shit like D-day
All I make is dollars, I don′t ever see change
Been in the back my whole life
Think it's time for me to just make a seat change
From a cheap date to overbookin'
Now half these rappers couldn′t be my DJ
Used to want to be the fuckin′ man
Found out that life a bitch that like to fuck all 3 ways
(You talking all, all three?)


It's mine to take, I′m a chip off the old block
All we do is kick doors, I ain't ever gon′ knock
I ain't ever gon′ cop, I ain't ever gon' mock
You can keep that old pussy, she gon′ want this new cock
I′m feelin' underrated (underrated)
You a fuckboy pitstop (pitstop)
Still fucking comin′ everyone your taste suck
With your bottom feedin' ass, fuck your taste buds

Liquor talking, let me tell you what
I′m a shot caller, don't play yourself
When that phone ring and I pick it up
I run with one click, this me hanging up
Don′t want shine for the famous such
And your favorite rapper ain't my favorite nothing
Matter fact, take your favorite rapper and his best verse wouldn't make the cut

Don′t do rules no regulation, life crash and no invitation
Got one team and they Spectatin′
And the real me finally wakin' up
Used to wanna make my Man on the Moon
Then my world came crashing down
I used to wanna make my So Far Gone
And I wrote this in half an hour


They don′t know, no, they don't know, no, no
No, no, they don′t know, no, no
They gon' know now, they gon′ know now
They weren't with you, they weren't
(You weren′t with me in those living rooms)
They weren′t with you, they weren't with you
They weren′t with you, they weren't with you (Oh)
They weren′t with you, they weren't with you
They weren′t with you, no, they weren't with you
You weren't with me

I ain′t playin′ with you, you a bench player
Get the start, they don't bench players
When I got signed, my talent subside
And went back to those rolling papers
Like, "how the fuck I′m gonna make a record?"
"How the fuck I'm supposed do that?" (do that)
People actually gon′ hear this shit
Now I'm thinking nana′s gon' do that

I got people 'round me runnin′ circles ′round me
Talent threshold on an old Mogami
Phourthelove still got production
This an arm and leg to handle all my Prada
Shit don't add up caught up in a buffer
Why am I the one that had to come from nothing?
Why am I the one that always late for something?
Why do I invest? These bitches pay for nothing

She said that I was like Jon, Jon Bellion
Said no baby, no baby
Got more bars than phones baby
All 3 of ′em, 3 of 'em, best friends, got 3 of ′em
Mixtapes, got 3 of 'em, hit songs got 3 hunnid
Next up, I′m gon' be the one, cold world but I'm heatin′ up
If one day I was a certified genius
Like what the fuck you think I been on?
Officer never offer nothin′, FaceTime with an office legend
Like oh no, no, no, no, oh no, no

They don't know, no, they don′t know, no, no
No no, they don't know, no, no
They gon′ know now, they gon' know now
They weren′t with you, they weren't
(You weren't with me in those living rooms)
They weren′t with you, they weren′t with you
They weren't with you, they weren′t with you (Oh)
They weren't with you, they weren′t with you
They weren't with you, no, they weren′t with you
You weren't with me