Текст песни Balboa - Wave Young

Ayo
Okay everybody look at me
I'm just another stupid kid who a chip off the ol' block
The same kid who would walk to his school
In a small town by the crick where you skip and you throw rocks
No tv, so soap ops, no shoes on his feet, no toe box
Parents say they really have a whole lot
Everybody say hello to mom and my pops

Mom had her issues, dad had to work
I'm not amiss to going berserk
I spent all these years face down in the dirt
A big earth is enough to make you think you're the worst
Well first you get bored
Then you get settled
But this dont really happen for a kid whose a rebel
He did some great things and he won a buncha metals
But that dont really matter when you're flirting with the devil

Up at night, tryna fight, like a southpaw
Looking like I'm Balboa
Everybody's out dawg
I just run around on a route devout without cause
Till my hands and feet are so beat and about raw
Every once in awhile
Someones in the wild
Beamers on bright
And they follow me for miles
They probably my age and they drunk and they're riled
Their girlfriends are kids but they carry a child

They say
Yo Wave why you gotta car tire on a rope
Like a dope and it's strapped to your back
I said so I could feel the pain that I don't when I rap
And I can try to cope in a town where im trapped
Cuz like you did I dont wanna have to adapt
I'm just really sick and tired of the same old crap

Im tryna feel things
Like a real man
Make it built in
Needle in a haystack
Rumplestilekin

What I need is to bleed or be freed
If I could do the deed or proceed to just leave
If I would just believe then maybe I would see
A way for me to be free from disease that this town likes to breed

Or maybe I could be another bum
From the slum
Looking dumb
Pirate scum
With a bottle a rum
And a sock full of tums
And feeling awfully numb
I'm cursing God on the run
And so I coddle the gun

Balboa
Balboa
Balboa
Balboa
Balboa
Balboa
Balboa
Balboa

Okay everybody hear me out when I rap like
Im Scottish chap play taps on the bag pipes
At a funeral while he's juggling some jack knifes
In the black night with no flashlight

That's because I know what im doing so dont test me
That's a pet peeve
I was in the depths see
Eating wet leaves
Tryna sleep up in the park
They dont let me
While all my stupid friends are with their parents on a jet ski

I was homeless for the moments
I needed me a friend I could roam with
But I dont trip
In my own ditch
Cuz im gon get
Everything I ever wanted
Like a kid jump in the foam pit

Now I gotta question what I dreamed of
Guessing that it's probably self esteem, love?
What I deem tough as a teen blood
It was nothing more than a team hug
While all the other kids wanted cream puffs

Its no wonder I never go to town
Cuz all my damn friends in the ground
One I even found
The bullet goes around
You never know where you're bound
When you're down
Or If they'll find you with hounds

But if I dont get sniffed by the dogs
My luck is that Ill probably get hit by the logs
I swear if you believe it you get gypped by the gods
Or maybe you just end up with a job hauling hogs

I do it for the love that I never really had
I don't wanna be mad so I write it on the pad
Im just saying check up on your happy friends
Often they get sad
They'll never come and tell you that they have it real bad

Man I'm not another chump or a drunk from the wasteland
I wanna feel the love so im tryna get a taste and
Motivate the small town kids at the bake stand
To get up out the town and to see me as a great man

Yo It's Wave Young
Aka
Balboa
Balboa
Things I did for love