Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boat Shoes, artist - The Alchemist. Album song Yacht Rock 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ALC
Song language: English
Boat Shoes |
| Let’s roll out |
| Talkin' 'bout, when I’m gonna raise the sails? |
| (Hoist that bitch) |
| Man, I’m 'bout to start ballin', for real |
| My vacation 'bout to start, I can’t post none of this shit |
| It’s too much ballin' |
| Uh, pull the Lamborghini machines up on the double |
| I’ll make a youngin pull his jeans up |
| Tuck in his shirt and get 'em cleaned up (C'mere, c’mere) |
| Fold the crease in his chinos and have 'em steamed up |
| I was solo then I teamed up (What up?) |
| Now I’m pushin' buttons like Scotty when beamed up |
| The unidentified flyin' object defyin' logic |
| I’ll ride a pocket 'til my body rotten |
| More gone and forgotten, so many sons I put a couple up for adoption |
| 'Til then for me to stop is not an option |
| Spillin' the clicker on the yacht while it was dockin' |
| Caught me slippin' with no socks, in my moccasins |
| I’m like your favorite fruit when it’s in season, I been sneezin' |
| Roll down the tint, I need my skin to the wind breezin' |
| I need to feel the sun on my skin' beamin' |
| Drownin' my thoughts, scratchin' the whiskers on my chin region |
| —gets mad or over-dramatic, it’s shitty |
| You’re drinking when you’re writing? |
| I never said I came to re-invent the wheel |
| But I don’t roll with the squares, it’s blockin' out a nigga skill |
| Posted in my pajamas in my Hugh Hef |
| Pavin' the way, see, I can show y’all a new step |
| Or take it to the head like Russian Roulette and gamble thoughts |
| The cost crossed 'em off and thrown like a lacrosse toss |
| Shit, I’m slumped on the throne like a drunken boss |
| Sittin' on the wave still, supplier’s an albatross |
| I need space like astronauts |
| Astronomically high, watchin' the stars crash a lot |
| I’m a doctor, but I’m not Cliff Huxtable |
| I got a sandwich and my feet up on the couch, I’m comfortable |
| There’s no sacks in the hush, I get it plush |
| Crush your luck, bag it up just to feel the rush |
| Now that’s a bad jewelry heist, the way I’m droppin' gems |
| Zeitgeist trim, precise, my advice is win (C'mon) |
| I need to feel the light breeze from the slightest wind |
| The gang’s 'bout to light 'em again (Go and let 'em in), yeah |
| Go on, let 'em in |
| We know the air is unfit to breathe |
| Our food is unfit to eat |
| We sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had |
| fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes |
| As if that’s the way it’s supposed to be |
| We know things are bad, worse than bad, they’re crazy |
| It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore |
| We sit in the house |
| And slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller |
| And all we say is |
| «Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms |
| Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials» |
| No storm can last forever |
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