In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
I suppose I should tell you what this bitch is thinking
You'll find me in the studio and not in the kitchen
I won't be bragging 'bout my cars or talking 'bout my chains
Don't need to shake my ass for you 'cause I've got a brain
If I told you 'bout my sex life, you'd call me a slut
When boys be talking about their bitches, no one's making a fuss
There's a glass ceiling to break, uh-huh, there's money to make
And now it's time to speed it up 'cause I can't move at this pace
Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say
I'll go ahead and say them anyway
Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits
It's hard, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here
If you're not a size six, and you're not good looking
Well, you better be rich, or be real good at cooking
You should probably lose some weight
'Cause we can't see your bones
You should probably fix your face or you'll end up on your own
Don't you want to have somebody who objectifies you?
Have you thought about your butt? Who's gonna tear it in two?
We've never had it so good, uh-huh, we're out of the woods
And if you can't detect the sarcasm, you've misunderstood
Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say
I'll go ahead and say them anyway
Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits
It's hard, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here
A bitch, a bitch, a bitch
Bitch, bitch (bitch)
A bitch, a bitch, a bitch
Bitch, bitch (ah)
A bitch, a bitch, a bitch
Bitch, bitch
A bitch, a bitch, a bitch
Bitch, bitch
Inequality promises that it's here to stay
Always trust the injustice 'cause it's not going away
Inequality promises that it's here to stay
Always trust the injustice 'cause it's not going away
Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say
I'll go ahead and say them anyway
Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits
It's hard, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here
(Bitch)
You'll find me in the studio and not in the kitchen
I won't be bragging 'bout my cars or talking 'bout my chains
Don't need to shake my ass for you 'cause I've got a brain
If I told you 'bout my sex life, you'd call me a slut
When boys be talking about their bitches, no one's making a fuss
There's a glass ceiling to break, uh-huh, there's money to make
And now it's time to speed it up 'cause I can't move at this pace
Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say
I'll go ahead and say them anyway
Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits
It's hard, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here
If you're not a size six, and you're not good looking
Well, you better be rich, or be real good at cooking
You should probably lose some weight
'Cause we can't see your bones
You should probably fix your face or you'll end up on your own
Don't you want to have somebody who objectifies you?
Have you thought about your butt? Who's gonna tear it in two?
We've never had it so good, uh-huh, we're out of the woods
And if you can't detect the sarcasm, you've misunderstood
Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say
I'll go ahead and say them anyway
Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits
It's hard, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here
A bitch, a bitch, a bitch
Bitch, bitch (bitch)
A bitch, a bitch, a bitch
Bitch, bitch (ah)
A bitch, a bitch, a bitch
Bitch, bitch
A bitch, a bitch, a bitch
Bitch, bitch
Inequality promises that it's here to stay
Always trust the injustice 'cause it's not going away
Inequality promises that it's here to stay
Always trust the injustice 'cause it's not going away
Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say
I'll go ahead and say them anyway
Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits
It's hard, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here
(Bitch)
Lyrics submitted by whittneydoll, edited by hardouthere
Hard Out Here Lyrics as written by Lily Rose Beatrice Allen Gregory Allen Kurstin
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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