Boiled Peanuts

[Chorus: Lizzo]

Lift your legs boy, lift them please

Before you cross them tracks, you gon' end up just like me

Don't be headstrong, don't ever be mean

Before you cross them tracks

You better lift them god-damned feet

'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon', never gon'

Never find love

'Fore you'll end up, end up just like me

'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon', never gon'

Never find love

'Fore you cross them tracks

You better lift them god-damned feet

[Verse 1: ]

I was getting dragged out the back of the club

Cuz gats waving

Back then Hendricks Ave was downright dangerous

Naiveté made me downright brainless

So, I'd battle some old gangsters

And embarrass them in front of their neighbors

So he get pissed, cause I dissed too damn hard

Served by this white dork, yeah that's too damn cold

So, he straight flipped, dipped out to his car

To pop the trunk on this young punk like "coup d’état"

Shout out to Willie Ev, Mark Lynn, and Tim Hall

And everyone in Jack Rabbits that had street smarts

Cause I was so dumb I couldn't tell what's wrong

Oh, you mad bro cause just can't rap this strong?

Duval gave me all the fuckin' slang I need

Ian Ranne payed me an eight ball & Mary-Jane

Nathan Antolik straight repped for me

When all them other rap dorks stayed clownin' on a G

[Chorus: Lizzo]

Lift your legs boy, lift them please

Before you cross them tracks, you gon' end up just like me

Don't be headstrong, don't ever be mean

Before you cross them tracks

You better lift them god-damned feet

'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon', never gon'

Never find love

'Fore you'll end up, end up just like me

'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon', never gon'

Never find love

'Fore you cross them tracks

You better lift them god-damned feet

[Verse 2: ]

DJ Blue mixed tapes and Lord Finesse

Raised on bass and on a worn slick deck

Learned my slang right down the block

From where Rick Ross claimed that he pitched them rocks

He went to Silver Fox for strippers

I'm at Sheik for lunch

Fuckin bumpin King Tee's "Dippin" in my old pickup

Man, I never wrote a written for 3 years plus

But was freestyling the very second they stopped the bus

All my homies in the hallways of Douglas Anderson

Battling each other all day any chance we get

It was there I learned my sharp slang and my razor wit

With fuckin' Willis Billips on that beat box kid!

Shout out to fuckin' Adam, the Mayor of Jacksonville

Getting money since he whipped his first Caddy wheel

The prince of Mayport got that flip-flop tan that's so damn real

Rest in peace to Pablo 9 and our fucking Village Inn!

[Chorus: Lizzo]

Lift your legs boy, lift them please

Before you cross them tracks, you gon' end up just like me

Don't be headstrong, don't ever be mean

Before you cross them tracks

You better lift them god-damned feet

'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon', never gon'

Never find love

'Fore you'll end up, end up just like me

'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon', never gon'

Never find love

'Fore you cross them tracks

You better lift them god-damned feet