See You Space Cowboy...
(专辑: Bobby Tarantino III - 2021)
Yeah, yeah, uh Grammy-nominated, never won it though Don't need it, but deep down I
want it though Bank account still on a
hunnid though My bank account still on a
hunnid (Ay) But that don't mean shit, that don't mean that I'm shit It's just me and my clique and we bombing this shit Ain't no drama and shit, now I'm throwing a
fit Watch me throwing a
fit and get lit like I'm Evel Knievel Just me and my people, we call this the
sequel to Under Pressure Ain't no need to measure who the
best Fuck around and know who the
best Who give a
shit? I
just spit about this and I
know what I
love R-A-double-T, I
put nothing above like that thing in the
glove From Maryland to LA, I'm a
motherfucking boss at the
bars And I'm down for the
cause, who's down for the
cause? Take a
step back, hold up (L-O-G-I-C) Put the
city on the
map with the
city on my back Let 'em know you're never ever going back (L-O-G-I-C) Don't be scared to murk 'em all, hurt 'em all, watch 'em all Get up all, watch 'em all get a
ball (L-O-G-I-C) When you grow up in a
hood without a
male role model And your mamma turn to the
bottle Give a
damn about status, who the
baddest I
just wanna be the
raddest dad as I
can be This shit is systemic inside of us B', the
media lie to us B' They tell us we can be whoever we want to be And then when we try, what they tell us? (What they tell us?) What they tell us? To live more realistically (Ay) Fuck that, get the
fuck back, fuck rap and all that noise Growing up, how I
grew up I
really never had a
choice Had killers and murderers in my house and they was all of my boys But deep down I
always knew better, knew that shit I
need to avoid Ay, ayo I
got a
lot on my mind Got a
lot of work ahead of me I'm tryna maintain balance of my time Never want to let it bottle up like everything fine That's how you go crazy and end up in the
pond I've been talking to my therapist Rhymes I've been writing so hot you would think it was in Arabic Flow bomb like a
terrorist, never careless I
got soul like parish, yeah, from Tokyo to Paris My bitch bad, stay with money like a
heiress Time with my wife and my son what I
cherish Just try to relax your mind Just try to relax your mind Just try to relax your mind Just try to relax your mind Alright, well I
guess I
just I
woke up one day and I
was like "You know what? I
kinda feel like rapping again." You know what I'm saying? So I
did. And I
been chilling with Little Bobby and his fine ass mamma and we out here in the
country. Shooting guns, riding dirt bikes and shit and I
was just like "Man, I
want to do this." So I
invited all the
homies out here in the
middle of nowhere. And uh we just decided to do this Bobby Tarantino EP, 3-P, off the
cuff just for fun, just for the
summer, just for all the
homies. But we actually out here recording this album. It's gon' be my last studio-album on Def Jam. So, so it's gon' be a
vibe. It's just gon' to be fun, you know, just a
fun thing. You know me, I'm a
nerd, I
love hip-hop, man. I
love you listening, I
love the
fans, we doing this shit for the
fans man. Whole time I
was gone they was like, "Come back! Come back!" and I
was like, "Nah." And then now I'm like, "Yeah, alright, I'm back." I
love y'all so much. RATTPACK, baby. Yeah. Little Bobby. (Dadda, momma)