BoJack Rap (Remastered)
It's Kid Explicit
Uh
I was made for the spotlight
No need to waste these raps when they hot right
No ghostwriter ever wrote a lyric for me son
Spend a little time with me think you know me huh
Came across crazy
Lazy
Waking up hazy
And I'm stuck in this rut
Nobody could ever change me
Mix a bit of anxiety with this edginess
Cause it's lonely in this life filled with emptiness
Look at this pettiness
And all this petty stress
Work for a mil but won't settle for a penny less
What's my purpose
Tell me what my worth is
Been talented
Now I'm just scratching the surface
So
Y'all can suck a dick dumbshits
Come in this house better know who you fucks with
Filled with apathy
Flicking cigs off my balcony
No I'm not an eagle
But I'm flyer than a falcon wing
Passed-out mornings
Parties in the evening
Whisky in my glass
Time of the season
Weekdays man I treat em like a weekend
Fucked up with this weed that I breathe in
Uh
Everybody do the Bojack
Liquored up look around
Where the hoes at
Sit back let me show how I flow raps
I'm a star and you know that
Uh
Trying to get up off this floor from the previous night before
Hungover and mean so please be warned
I'm a dark horse
Not a unicorn
Not a bronco
I just wear the uniform
Relationships screwed up in the past got me feeling depressed
Have a hard time just getting this shit off my chest
My life is a mess
And I keep screwing up with every chance that I get
But I guess don't ever look a gift horse in the mouth
One-trick pony man this colt holds clout
Supposed to go to work but I passed out on the couch
Woke up in the morning with some change in my bank account
But long face chin up
In the clutch
You can see it in my swagger
You can see it when I strut
Drunk downtown
No longer give a fuck
As a kid I gave a fuck
Now my middle fingers up
Liquor bottle empty
Drink with it's last drop
Elevator to the top
This could be my last shot
Party jam-packed
Looking like a sweatshop
Liquor to the dome
I call that a headshot
Uh
Everybody do the Bojack
Liquored up look around
Where the hoes at
Sit back let me show how I flow raps
I'm a star and you know that
Uh
Yea
Everybody do the Bojack
Liquored up look around
Where the hoes at
Sit back let me show how I flow raps
I'm a star and you know that
Do the Bojack
See you soon Hollywoo
Uh
I was made for the spotlight
No need to waste these raps when they hot right
No ghostwriter ever wrote a lyric for me son
Spend a little time with me think you know me huh
Came across crazy
Lazy
Waking up hazy
And I'm stuck in this rut
Nobody could ever change me
Mix a bit of anxiety with this edginess
Cause it's lonely in this life filled with emptiness
Look at this pettiness
And all this petty stress
Work for a mil but won't settle for a penny less
What's my purpose
Tell me what my worth is
Been talented
Now I'm just scratching the surface
So
Y'all can suck a dick dumbshits
Come in this house better know who you fucks with
Filled with apathy
Flicking cigs off my balcony
No I'm not an eagle
But I'm flyer than a falcon wing
Passed-out mornings
Parties in the evening
Whisky in my glass
Time of the season
Weekdays man I treat em like a weekend
Fucked up with this weed that I breathe in
Uh
Everybody do the Bojack
Liquored up look around
Where the hoes at
Sit back let me show how I flow raps
I'm a star and you know that
Uh
Trying to get up off this floor from the previous night before
Hungover and mean so please be warned
I'm a dark horse
Not a unicorn
Not a bronco
I just wear the uniform
Relationships screwed up in the past got me feeling depressed
Have a hard time just getting this shit off my chest
My life is a mess
And I keep screwing up with every chance that I get
But I guess don't ever look a gift horse in the mouth
One-trick pony man this colt holds clout
Supposed to go to work but I passed out on the couch
Woke up in the morning with some change in my bank account
But long face chin up
In the clutch
You can see it in my swagger
You can see it when I strut
Drunk downtown
No longer give a fuck
As a kid I gave a fuck
Now my middle fingers up
Liquor bottle empty
Drink with it's last drop
Elevator to the top
This could be my last shot
Party jam-packed
Looking like a sweatshop
Liquor to the dome
I call that a headshot
Uh
Everybody do the Bojack
Liquored up look around
Where the hoes at
Sit back let me show how I flow raps
I'm a star and you know that
Uh
Yea
Everybody do the Bojack
Liquored up look around
Where the hoes at
Sit back let me show how I flow raps
I'm a star and you know that
Do the Bojack
See you soon Hollywoo
Credits
Writer(s): Kid Explicit
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