Balboa Lyrics

Okay, everybody look at me, I'm just another stupid kid

Who a chip off the old block

Same kid who would walk to his school in a small town

By the creek where you skip and you throw rocks

No tv, no soap ops, no shoes on his feet, no toe box

Parents say they don't 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 goin 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 don't really matter for a kid who's a rebel

He did some great things and he won a bunch of medals

But that don't really matter when you're fighting with the devil up at night

Tryna fight like a southpaw, lookin' like I'm Balboa

Everybody's out dawg, I just run around

On a route devout without cause

Till my hands and my feet are so beat and about raw

Every once in a while, someone's in the wild

Beamers on bright and they follow me for miles

They probably my age and they drunk and their riled

Their girlfriends are kids but they carry a child

They say, yo Wave, why you got a car tire on a rope like a dope

And it's strapped to your back, I said

So I can feel the pain that I don't when I rap

And I can try to cope in a town where I'm trapped

Cause like you did, I don't wanna have to adapt

I'm just really sick and tired of the same old crap

I'm tryna feel things like a real man, make it built in

Needle in a haystack, Rumpelstiltskin

What I need is to bleed to be free

If I could do the deed, or precede to just leave

If I would just believe, then maybe I would see a way for me to be free

From diseases, this town likes to breed

Or maybe I could be another bum from the slum

Lookin' dumb, pirate scum with a bottle of rum

And a sock full of tums, I'm feelin' awfully numb

I'm cursing God on the run, and so I coddle the gun

I'm like, Balboa

Balboa

Balboa

Balboa

Balboa

Balboa

Balboa

Balboa

Okay, everybody hear me out when I rap

Like, I'm a Scottish chaplain, playin taps on the bagpipes

At a funeral, while he's juggling some jackknives

In the black night, with no flashlight

That's because I know what I'm doin', so don't test me

That's a pet peeve, I was in the depths see, eatin' wet leaves

Tryin' to sleep up in the park, they don't 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 don't trip

In my own ditch, cause I'm gon' get everything I ever wanted

Like a kid jump in the foam pit

Now I gotta question what I dreamed of

Guessin' that it's probably self-esteem love

What I deemed tough as a teen blood

It was nothing more than a team hug

All the other kids wanted cream puffs

It's no wonder why I never go to town

Cause 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 the hounds

But if I don't get sniffed by the dogs

My luck is that I'll 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 haulin' 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

I'm just sayin' 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 I'm tryna get a taste in

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

A.K.A

Balboa

Balboa

Yeah

Things I did for love

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