LETRAWhat Would You Do?Bastille

Boys and girls wanna hear a true story?
Saturday night was at this real wild party
There was liquor overflowing the cup
About five or six strippers trying to work for a buck
So I, took one girl outside with me
Her name was Londi
She went to junior high with me
I said: Why you up in there
Dancing for cash?
I guess a whole lot's changed
Since I seen you last

She said
What would you do
If your son was at home
Crying all alone
On the bedroom floor
Cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man
For a little bit of money?
And his daddy's gone
In and out of lock down
I ain't got a job now
He's just smoking rock now
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life

Girl you ain't the only one to have a baby
That's no excuse to be living all crazy
So she stared me right square in the eye and said
Everyday I wake up hopin' to die
She said, they're going to know about pain
Cause me and my sister ran away
So our daddy couldn't rape us
Before I was a teenager
I done been through more shit you
Can't even relate too

What would you do If your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
Cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man
For a little bit of money?
And his daddy's gone
In and out of lock down
I ain't got a job now
He's just smoking rock now
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life

What would you do?
Get up off on my feet and stop making tired excuses
What would you do?
Get up on off my feet and stop making tired excuses
What would you do?
Get up off on my feet and stop making tired excuses
What would you do?
Get up my feet

What would you do If your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
Cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man
For a little bit of money?
And his daddy's gone
In and out of lock down
I ain't got a job now
He's just smoking rock now
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life

What would you do If your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
Cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man
For a little bit of money
And his daddy's gone
In and out of lock down
I ain't got a job now
He's just smoking rock now
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life

What would you do iIf your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
Cause he's hungry