Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Romeo & Juliet, artist - Hobo Johnson. Album song The Rise of Hobo Johnson, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Reprise
Song language: English
Romeo & Juliet |
Ugh… |
Oh, that’s my shit right there |
That’s the ticket |
Gimme the ticket |
Give it to me baby |
You know it! |
I’m too emotional |
Good luck to my future wives |
And their future lives without me |
You guys will do great |
I’m sure that I’ve prepared you for every guy you’ll date |
And every guy you’ll marry |
And every guy you’ll hate |
It’s the lullabies I sang out of tune, that’s probably what did it |
Or my twin size mattress that I had since I was 7 |
That we have to sleep on whenever she spends the night |
And if she falls off again, she’ll find another guy to like |
We’re just Romeo and Juliet |
But getting drunk and eating Percocets |
But just to ease the stress |
But soft what light, thru yonder window breaks |
It is the east, but Juliet just puked off the balcony |
How romantic |
Nothing like getting drunk and getting manic |
On a motherfucking Monday, I |
I brush the bangs behind her lovely little ear |
As she describes in detail how the end is truly near, wow |
And I’m sure that we can do this for forever |
Or until we drink the poison, 'cause she sees some cloudy weather |
As Rosaline, lies in bed, seething, wide awake |
Because a burning love for Juliet only took a day |
And if Romeo & Juliet continued to be married |
Then there’s half of a chance |
That their kids would get embarrassed |
When all the kids at school all talk about their parents |
And Romeo Jr. has to say they’re not together |
And Junior will dream of the day when he’s a man |
And what he’ll do to avoid that 50% chance |
Of his kids feeling the way he feels |
He’ll probably just stick with the Netflix and Chill |
Dear Shakespeare |
Could you write a happy ending, please? |
Could you write a happy ending, please? |
We just deserve a happy ending, please, please |
And every sting from every teardrop |
From every ring at every pawn shop |
I’m not missing both my Christmases |
Though family would be nice |
In my dreams, my kids are happy |
And I know that they won’t mind |
One Christmas |
Just one Christmas |
Just one Christmas |
Just one Christmas |
But dear mom |
Conversations from a couch haven’t ever felt the same |
Since you looked Dad in the eye |
And you told him that things are about to change |
My mom was made from Adam’s rib |
And the marriage went south |
When the snake came back and asked my mother out to dinner |
And my dad found out, and asked my mom what that’s about |
And she said, «Oh, it’s nothing,» but dad loves to shout really loud |
Loud enough to knock the lamps and dressers to the ground |
In my memory, I can hear |
Chopin’s nocturnes playing in the background |
A slow trainwreck, you’ll close your eyes |
But forever hear the sound, and boy, it’s tough |
'Cause that’s the sound of people falling out of love |