The Sailor (Explicit)
Rich Brian"The Sailor (Explicit)" is a song by Rich Brian, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:56 long and contains 54 lines and 529 words.
Lyrics
0:00Not for free
0:02No, they know I'm not for free
0:05La-la-la-la-la-la-di-da with me
0:10Uh
0:11The time flies when you spend your nights in the Westin
0:13I didn't know that snakes come in the form of a best friend
0:16Who you fakin' for? You ready for your lights, camera, action?
0:19This ain't Trader Joe's, you payin' for my verses with five 10s
0:22I'm on stage alone, what is you doin' with five men?
0:24Hit up record stores to see if my new shit has sold out yet
0:27And we don't aim at all, but we hit all of the targets
0:30Man, I'm hella spiritual, my soul is nothin' to fuck with
0:33Woke up with a bitch, we didn't have a conversation, man
0:36She just creamed on my dick
0:37Don't get involved in altercations, got too much fame for this shit
0:39Made so much money I forgot about, like "Who paid for this shit?"
0:42I got used to destruction so I'm always causin' problems
0:45The only difference between me and you is you're the bad one
0:48I do not socialize with these rappers, I just destroy 'em
0:51When times are good, I do not pull my phone out, I enjoy 'em
0:54Uh, uh, you're makin' me mad
0:56Bad energy, man, where my palo santo at?
0:59Told her "Don't fuck me," 'cause this shit get sentimental fast
1:01But she didn't listen, we was on the Devil's lettuce wrap, huh
1:04I'm just a social smoker, but I'm a social person
1:07My brain yellin' "Stop," I'm tryna be good like a social worker
1:09It's only two o'clock and this gas put me in a coma
1:12Got that fire burnin', I'll call you back when I'm feelin' sober
1:15I'm feelin' pressure from my job lately
1:18I guess if I don't drop a song today, then I'm just lazy
1:20I haven't dropped a thing a months, so what does that make me?
1:23But then again, I'm somewhat famous, you supposed to hate me
1:26Pissed off with the heat drawn
1:27Man, I'll never stop ventin' 'til the beat stop
1:29When the beat drop, get set up for action
1:31I just mind my own, man, I don't write disses, I just write songs
1:34But then again, if nobody gets hurt, then where's the fun?
1:41Woke up this morning
1:44Nothin' in the fridge, nothin' to eat
1:47My stomach talkin' angry to me
1:50Went outside, forgot to brush my teeth
1:53Jetted over to the corner store
1:56Picked up some bubble gum, some passion fruit ice tea
2:00Went outside and felt the breeze
2:02A young girl walked up the street, came up right next to me
2:06She looked me up and down with curiosity
2:09Like I was standin' there, but not where I was supposed to be
2:14She cracked a smile and said, "Open your eyes"
2:21Uh, uh, what the fuck are you talkin' about? I can see just fine
2:32"No, mister," she said, "but can you answer this question of mine?"
2:36Where do we go when we die?
2:40What is the color of blue if there isn't a sky?
2:52What is the meaning of life?
2:56What is a life if a moment can end in the blink of an eye?
Not for free No, they know I'm not for free La-la-la-la-la-la-di-da with me Uh The time flies when you spend your nights in the Westin I didn't know that snakes come in the form of a best friend Who you fakin' for? You ready for your lights, camera, action? This ain't Trader Joe's, you payin' for my verses with five 10s I'm on stage alone, what is you doin' with five men? Hit up record stores to see if my new shit has sold out yet And we don't aim at all, but we hit all of the targets Man, I'm hella spiritual, my soul is nothin' to fuck with Woke up with a bitch, we didn't have a conversation, man She just creamed on my dick Don't get involved in altercations, got too much fame for this shit Made so much money I forgot about, like "Who paid for this shit?" I got used to destruction so I'm always causin' problems The only difference between me and you is you're the bad one I do not socialize with these rappers, I just destroy 'em When times are good, I do not pull my phone out, I enjoy 'em Uh, uh, you're makin' me mad Bad energy, man, where my palo santo at? Told her "Don't fuck me," 'cause this shit get sentimental fast But she didn't listen, we was on the Devil's lettuce wrap, huh I'm just a social smoker, but I'm a social person My brain yellin' "Stop," I'm tryna be good like a social worker It's only two o'clock and this gas put me in a coma Got that fire burnin', I'll call you back when I'm feelin' sober I'm feelin' pressure from my job lately I guess if I don't drop a song today, then I'm just lazy I haven't dropped a thing a months, so what does that make me? But then again, I'm somewhat famous, you supposed to hate me Pissed off with the heat drawn Man, I'll never stop ventin' 'til the beat stop When the beat drop, get set up for action I just mind my own, man, I don't write disses, I just write songs But then again, if nobody gets hurt, then where's the fun? Woke up this morning Nothin' in the fridge, nothin' to eat My stomach talkin' angry to me Went outside, forgot to brush my teeth Jetted over to the corner store Picked up some bubble gum, some passion fruit ice tea Went outside and felt the breeze A young girl walked up the street, came up right next to me She looked me up and down with curiosity Like I was standin' there, but not where I was supposed to be She cracked a smile and said, "Open your eyes" Uh, uh, what the fuck are you talkin' about? I can see just fine "No, mister," she said, "but can you answer this question of mine?" Where do we go when we die? What is the color of blue if there isn't a sky? What is the meaning of life? What is a life if a moment can end in the blink of an eye?
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