Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Life Of A Troubadour , by - Mansionz. Song from the album Mansionz, in the genre R&BRelease date: 23.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bear Trap
Song language: English
The Life Of A Troubadour |
| Clean up the dungeon, the king is home |
| You know he’s gonna wanna hear another sing-along |
| Bring the crown downstairs and the blingy robe |
| Hood sort of jewels, man, he can’t leave them things alone |
| He said the crown looks mush, is he wrong? |
| Doesn’t matter, grapes on the platter |
| I was with the princess last night |
| After the Mad Hatter got mad at her |
| Man, I don’t want the throne, the woman’s a disaster |
| I’m just tryna bag her a couple more times |
| Then I’ll give her back, he can have her |
| Here, help me with the ladder |
| I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby |
| Got me feeling these feels inside |
| I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby |
| Got me feeling these feels inside |
| I’ma have to ride this horse 'til springtime |
| Shoulda never drank all the king’s wine |
| 'Cause when I woke up, I was still wearing my wig |
| I walked down the hall |
| Saw the king’s head, it was next to the pig’s, crown and all |
| And guess what? |
| The blood’s on my saber |
| Ha, see you later |
| If I don’t disappear, they gonna put me in charge of this shit |
| And I just wanna play my guitar for this bitch |
| Oh yeah, I took the princess, too |
| She’s a Stage 5 clinger |
| Probably thinks I’ma give her a ring-a on her finger |
| But fuck that shit |
| All these princess bitches just wanna fuck a singer, a singer |
| And the singer just wants to sing, fuck, I’m gettin' tired |
| My saddle’s too small and my legs are on fire |
| I haven’t eaten in days, I wanna go home |
| This bitch drank all my wine and there’s no smoke |
| And I know, and I know that your family’s all dead |
| But what the fuck were they feeding you? |
| Hog heads? |
| Fat bitch |
| Matter fact, get off the horse |
| Yeah, I’ll be right back |
| I’m on my own now with the stupid horse |
| The life of a troubadour |
| I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby |
| Got me feeling these feels inside |
| I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby |
| Got me feeling these feels inside |
| Uh-huh, yeah, killed the king with that drunk singer’s sword |
| Where’s the princess? |
| Oliver, bring her forward |
| The king had no sons, so now the throne’s mine |
| Once I bag the princess, I’m in the bloodline |
| Talk to me Oliver |
| We searched up and down |
| The princess of yours is nowhere to be found |
| Jack saw her leave at the crack of dawn, and guess what? |
| What? |
| She was on the troubadour’s arm |
| Now Oliver, you gotta be kidding me |
| Two nights ago, I fucked her 'til my dick broke |
| One night, one fight and she’s gone, this a sick joke? |
| And for a muhfuckin' singer? |
| Oh no, oh no |
| I’m the Mad Hatter, if she ain’t fuckin' with me |
| Then nobody else can have her |
| I’ma find him if it even means searchin' all of Liverpool |
| Tie a horse to each limb, and let 'em pull |
| Ha, giddy up |
| There he is, I see him |
| We meet again, where’s the woman? |
| I left her 20 miles back in the mountains |
| I’d be very surprised if she’s still alive |
| Going up Peter’s Pass this time of year would be ill advised, ill advised |
| Honestly, I didn’t love her, I only loved being alone |
| But I need her for the throne |
| Fuck the throne, man, it’s too much work |
| People hanging on every single goddamn word |
| Enough, tie him up, I got a idea right now (Huh?) |
| Give me a dagger, put a apple in his mouth |
| I ain’t gonna leave you here to starve out |
| I’ma slice your fingers off, play guitar now |
| Take his little tambourine, too, what’s he gonna use it for? |
| The death of a troubadour |
| I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby |
| Got me feeling these feels inside |
| I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby |
| Got me feeling these feels inside |