Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the Boulevard, artist - Royce 5'9. Date of issue: 08.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On the Boulevard |
| I’ve been trying so hard |
| To erase the scars |
| Of living this life |
| On the boulevard |
| Ohh, on the boulevard |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Every morning Kenny wake up ‘bout 5 am |
| And jog about seven miles before class start |
| Had dreams of being the next superstar |
| Like that boy Usain Bolt |
| Kenny’s ambition was crazy |
| In his heart he was determined to get it |
| So he stuck to it |
| Six days out the week kenny hit the track |
| With his goals set high, he ain’t turning back |
| Lost one too many of his friends over guns and crack |
| Kenny put it in his mind there’s something better than that |
| His daddy called him flypaper the way he stuck to the track |
| His momma said «it's your time baby you can’t turn back.» |
| And through all the blood, sweat, and the tears |
| Kenny promised the fam' for the years |
| To come, got to get it |
| He shall prosper |
| Jumping hurdles in life ‘til the next one pop up |
| I’ve been trying so hard |
| To erase the scars |
| Of living this life |
| On the boulevard |
| Ohh, on the boulevard |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Every morning Kenny wake up at 9 AM |
| Hit the traphouse and stay there til its 5 AM |
| I call that trappin' pages |
| He always holdin his dick, always busting off |
| But I dont call that masterbation |
| He all about heart |
| And you will never hear «Oh my god they killed Kenny» |
| Bitch this ain’t South Park |
| This the dirty mittens scurvy conditions |
| Workers is stealin, stealers is workin |
| You only as real as the nigga you murdered |
| Bullets fly to your chest leak |
| Treat you like you a crownless chess piece |
| Middle finger never up, thats a substituted waste |
| Why would he do that when can just tell you niggas «Fuck You» to your face? |
| He could fill up y’all with philly’s boulevard bully |
| To pull your card with no regards for the laws, wearing a hoodie |
| Police on his trail, he toss the bird |
| Roll his window down like «Can I help you office-errrrr?» |
| I’ve been hustlin' for so long |
| The streets just won’t leave me alone |
| It’s a battle that I’ve gotta win |
| I can’t give in |
| I’ve been trying so hard |
| To erase the scars |
| Of living this life |
| On the boulevard |
| Ohh, on the boulevard |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Bound for destiny, for greatness |
| Yet they both struggled with the 9−7 |
| As evidence they were meant to be more |
| Yet they can’t seem to finally find the score |
| Cuz the game they played was rigged from the beginning |
| And in the end I sit on the sidelines and cry |
| Both Kennys stuck in a parallel universe will lose their lives |