[Intro: door slam, keys hitting counter, bass creeps in] Alright. Since apparently nobody in this house knows how civilization works— We’re doing this once. Pay attention. [Verse 1: confident low-register rap] Rule one: if you're hungry, eat Don't stand in my kitchen saying “nah, I'm good” to me There's food in the fridge, there's plates in the rack You don't need permission, just put the damn thing back Rule two: if you're leaving, send a text I don't need coordinates, I just need context “Going out, be back late”—that's literally enough Don't vanish six hours then act like I'm doing too much Rule three: bad night? Don't lock up alone You ain't gotta talk, just don't disappear in your room Sit on the couch, take the blanket, stare at the floor I'll leave you alone while sitting three feet from the door That's how we do it No speeches, no pity Just somebody nearby when your head gets shitty [Pre-Chorus: beat rises] We don't got many laws But the few that we got? Yeah. I enforce 'em. [Chorus: big melodic rap hook] These are the house rules Eat when you're hungry Call when you're late Take what you need Just replace what you take Nobody cries alone Nobody fights alone And if somebody comes for one of us— They picked the wrong home House rules Simple and clear You don't gotta earn Why you're allowed to be here Love who you love Be weird, be loud Just don't touch my leftovers And we'll all be proud [Verse 2: sharper, playful flow] Rule four: empty it? Replace it Milk, coffee, soap—I don't care, just face it Don't put the empty box back in the cabinet That's not “saving space,” that's sociopathic management Rule five: charger ownership gets respected If your name ain't on it, consider it protected I bought six last month, now somehow I got two And both of 'em are missing— I'm looking at you. All of you. Rule six: don't start shit at dinner Unless you brought enough evidence to prove you're the winner No vague little comments, no passive-aggressive sighs Say what you mean or go season your lies Rule seven: defend your people Not blindly—nah, we're not stupid or evil If they're wrong, tell 'em wrong If they're hurt, stay close Love ain't lying for somebody Love is helping 'em grow [Chorus] These are the house rules Eat when you're hungry Call when you're late Take what you need Just replace what you take Nobody cries alone Nobody fights alone And if somebody comes for one of us— They picked the wrong home House rules Simple and clear You don't gotta earn Why you're allowed to be here Love who you love Be weird, be loud Just don't touch my leftovers And we'll all be proud [Verse 3: beat drops darker, more grounded] Rule eight— You don't gotta be useful to stay Don't clean every room just to justify space Don't pay rent in favors Don't buy love with pain Don't keep score every time somebody says your name Some of us learned home meant walking on glass Reading every face, waiting for shit to go bad Not here You can fuck up You can need You can have one whole week where you barely succeed Still your chair Still your plate Still your key by the door Still somebody yelling your name from the second floor Rule nine: don't apologize for existing We'll tell you if you're annoying— Trust me. We're efficient. [Bridge: stripped keys, half-spoken] Last rule. Probably the important one. If you love somebody here— Tell 'em. Not someday. Not when it gets serious. Not when somebody almost leaves. Now. [Final Chorus: full drums, layered vocals] These are the house rules Come home when you're ready Call if you're scared If you can't stand tonight Somebody else will be there Nobody cries alone Nobody breaks alone You don't have to deserve The right to call this home House rules Written in scars We don't care where you came from We care where you are Take up your space Make noise, stick around And don't touch my leftovers— I'm dead fucking serious now. [Outro: beat cuts, fridge opens] ... Who ate my food? No. Nah. Everybody stay where you are.
