Текст песни Eminem - Our House
Eminem - Our House слова песни
Here`s the story, of a little boy.Growin` up in a suburban home,Trying to cope with everyday life,Who lives in a little house,That was built, in the middle of the street."Hey, Mom!Tupac`s on the juke box,so what he shot two cops,and raped a little girl,while two dudes watched,""Nuh-uh! They were tryin` to frame him,You wouldn`t have Two Pack Shaker,""No! That ain`t how you say his name, mum!You`re so lame,Don`t you know anything?""Yeah!I know that you`ll probably go,and join in a gang,""Yeah, right. Im outWhere`s my fuckin` walkman at?""Stop cussin` at me!""Shut up, bitch!""And quit talking black."Well,Slammed the door and I`m out,Now, what?It`s probably warm in the house.Fuck, I forgot my jacket,forgot it was winter.I`m gettin` thinner,I`m hungry.Is Mom cookin` dinner?"Mom!Let me back in!I forgot my coat.Mom, come on, I`m not playin`,It`s cold!Alright, sorry.I need a jacket,Mom, look,My Tupac tape,I just cracked it,Ma, please let me back in,It is Two Pack Shaker,I just asked him."I`m freezin`, (achoo)I`m sneezin`,I`m breathin` too much cold air,I`m wheezin`,"I ain`t did nothin`,I didn`t say "I`m leavin`,"I said "I`m goin` on the front porch to get somethin`,""(scissors cutting)"Alright, here.Take your damn coat and leave,""Fine, I`ll lea-,Mom! You cut off the sleaves!"(Chorus 4x)Our house,In the middle of the street.One, two, three,My teacher`s two faced,She went to lower my school grades,Since Last Tuesday,I had a toothache,from kool-aid,So Mom kicked me out, (get out)And, all i had in my suitcase,Was one shoelace,A tube sock,and a tube of toothpaste,Sometimes,It was cool,"cause I could go to a friend`s,Crash there,Fool around and just skip school.But other times,I`d rather just be home,In my own room alone,Read my shit and nobody would know,My little brother sucked on a bottle,`Til he was six,So I`d hide it inside the couch,And say "I don`t know where it is,"But as soon as Mom found it,I would either be grounded,or kicked out the house,a thousand weeks,.and still countin`,Even when I was underage,Mom was tellin` cops,I was tryin` to run away,I told her,"Someday, bitch, you`re gonna pay,"Please, Mom, Please, Mom, Please, Mom,I wanna stay, (let me stay)(Chorus 4x)My brother`s incoherint,Mom`s a single parent,Who ain`t carin`,Starin` through me,Like I`m transparent,Made it clear,That I was just there,to run an errands,Told her friends,I was a son from her last marriage,Sent me up to the little corner store,with a little note,"Please, sell my step-son,Some cigarettes so I can smoke,"One time,I tried to fake sick,To get attention,Back-fired,Mom, sent me to school,With a vengence,My life`s the worst thing that could ever happen to me,I go to class,and every teacher`s always laughin` at me,And Mom says white rappers are laughed at.Not only that,She heard me upstairs,I can`t rap,and I`m stupid,I never make an average,of a B+,I need to sit on my ass and sue people,Like she does,One time, I got food poison,From a hot dog,Mom sued and got $2,000,From Ballpark,"Hey, Ma. You got a dollar?""I don`t think so.Now keep an eye on your brother,I`m goin` to bingo.""But, Mom. You said you were broke.""Who said?You got your ears messed up,from that damn rap music."(Chorus Fades Out)