Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boy in the Bubble , by - Alec Benjamin. Song from the album Narrated For You, in the genre ПопRelease date: 15.11.2018
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Boy in the Bubble |
| It was 6:48, I was walking home |
| Stepped through the gate, and I’m all alone |
| I had chicken on the plate, but the food was cold |
| Then I covered up my face so that no one knows |
| I didn’t want trouble, I’m the boy in the bubble |
| But then came trouble |
| When my mom walked into the living room |
| She said, «Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you» |
| I said, «You don’t wanna know the things I had to do» |
| She said, «Son, you gotta tell me why you’re black and blue» |
| I said I didn’t want trouble, I’m the boy in the bubble |
| But then came trouble |
| And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming |
| Mind was running, air was freezing |
| Put my hands up, put my hands up |
| I told this kid I’m ready for a fight |
| Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain |
| Every time you curse my name |
| I know you want the satisfaction, it’s not gonna happen |
| Knock me out, kick me when I’m on the ground |
| It’s only gonna let you down |
| Come the lightning and the thunder |
| You’re the one who’ll suffer, suffer |
| Well, I squared him up, left my chest exposed |
| He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose |
| I had thick red blood running down my clothes |
| And a sick, sick look 'cause I like it though |
| I said I didn’t want trouble, I’m the boy in the bubble |
| But then came trouble |
| And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming |
| Mind was running, nose was bleeding |
| Put my hands up, put my hands up |
| I told this kid I’m ready for a fight |
| Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain |
| Every time you curse my name |
| I know you want the satisfaction, it’s not gonna happen |
| Knock me out, kick me when I’m on the ground |
| It’s only gonna let you down |
| Come the lightning and the thunder |
| You’re the one who’ll suffer |
| It was 6:48, he was walking home |
| With the blood on his hands from my broken nose |
| But like every other day, he was scared to go |
| Back to his house 'cause his pops was home |
| Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles |
| Just looking for trouble |
| Well, there’s no excuse for the things he did |
| But there’s a lot at home that he’s dealing with |
| Because his dad’s been drunk since he was a kid |
| And I hope one day that he’ll say to him |
| «Put down those bubbles and that belt buckle |
| In this broken bubble» |
| Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain |
| Every time you curse my name |
| I know you want the satisfaction, it’s not gonna happen |
| Knock me out, kick me when I’m on the ground |
| It’s only gonna let you down |
| Come the lightning and the thunder |
| You’re the one who’ll suffer, suffer |