Step into a decadent whirlpool of lavish wordplay and gritty storytelling, where the bathwater isn't the only thing bubbling over. Roc Marciano's lyrical bravado immerses us in a life of opulence, balancing street smarts with glittering success. Aroma of fish scale, slick wrists, and luxury cars paint a vivid canvas of a high-stakes existence. His verses dance on a tightrope of danger and wealth, revealing a mind teeming with priceless thoughts and undeniable prowess. The Alchemist’s intoxicating beats serve as the backdrop for this tale of resilience and supremacy, punctuated by splashes of humorous self-reflection and raw authenticity. In every line, Marci weaves an intricate tapestry of ambition and survival, making it clear why his self-proclaimed top-five status is an underdog's triumph turned legend. #LyricalAlchemy #GritAndGlamour #StreetRoyale #OpulentFlow
Bubble Bath
Lyrics
Way back, way back into time (we gon' do this shit now, man, fuck that)
Damon, Cruse, go pass the ball
Uh, bubble bath, uh
Uh, quick splash, bubble bath
Bubble bath (bubble bath), uh, uh
Yo, yo, got twelve on the tail (woop, woop)
I'm smelling like fish scale, there's always a twist to a swell Vin' film
Before we bail, I did a line off my lady titty like Ricky Bell
Baby girl get busy as well
They ain't got shit on me, hell, I may as well be strippin' in Chippendales
Naked with nothing but just a Richard Mill' (woo)
Bitch, I'm rich for real, you just pigeon shit on the windshield
Icy wrist chill on the Benz steering wheel
Wheel and deal, paint the V12 teal (paint it)
Bentleys, females, Achille's heel (ow)
You know the drill, it's kill or be killed, that's Fendi belt (facts)
This a level above material wealth (Way back into time)
Inside my mind is a diamond mine
This is a homicide (murder)
Took it to trial, beat it like Amistad (that's free)
Ask my top five, bet I reply "Me" five times like Dylan
I'm going on a diatribe (Marci')
I'm from the wire, I'm a snob, rockin' suave (suave)
Your watch ain't worth a box of my cigars (It ain't)
After your songs, I wash my ears with peroxide, with a cotton swab
Now wanna ear not a raasclaat
Hear the slides on the God (uh)
These are not made by La Casa, Aza (nope)
He ain't hottest on stage like a psy-op
You ain't never slide on an opp, you fired (never did that, never did that)
You ain't never slide on no opp and fired (fuck that)
Know what I'm sayin'? (know what I'm sayin'?)
Pull up and push your shit (way back, way back into time)
Bubble bath, quick splash, bubble bath
Bubble bath, quick splash, bubble bath
My pens, that's the most important thing to me right now
This is my new pen that I bought, if you can see it
It's, it's got a hundred dollars all over it
I'm putting in work, man, you know, what I mean?
My pen burns with desire
I love my room 'cause
Writer(s): Daniel Alan Maman, Rahkeim Calief Meyer
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
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