Gilligan
A$AP Rocky Lyrics


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Big headed, long stick
Fucked up, turnt too
Do it big headed, long stick
Turnt up, turnt too

Gone off the shit again, that's just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

Look, I got hella shit
Take a whip, peep these molly rocks
I got diamonds, too
Bought a few, but they still like to swipe
Bitch, don't call my bluff
If you want one, then meet me at the crib
You know what it is
Put your phone on off, give your phone to him, okay, cool
Girl, your 'fro so soft, ooh, look at your friend, tryna be rude
Get put in your place and that's out my place
So please, be nice
All this in your face, you can't get out my face
We know your type

Gone off the shit again, that's just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

I got hella racks in my safe, got stars in my Wraith
I got stripper hoes snortin' blow, dancin' at my place
I got hella pounds from the plug that I'm 'bout to face
Three Six Mafia probably fuck yo mama back in '98
Sippin' on purple rain like champagne
Niggas gon' make a toast
And that weed and shit that you passin'
If a nigga don't choke
Rolls Royce, I'm flying, sauces drippin'
Same color as the smoke
Thousand niggas with me, in the street
Nigga look like the Pope (Oh shit, nigga!)

Gone off the shit again, that's just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

Gilligan lost, turned trill again
Need a vitamin, wait a min'
Better yet, a Ritalin for my adrenaline
If I'm up in my feelings, better pay the man
Like motherfuck a middle man
Like I'm the shits with the shits
Fuck another nigga bitch again off the shits again
Island boy like I'm Dominican
On repeat like a ceiling fan
All pink like I'm Killa Cam
Palms, feet, let her feel the sand
On the beach like I'm finna tan
Black and proud like a brother man
Make it rain like the weatherman
Bust your head, fuck a settlement
Captain save and never sell again

Gone off the shit again, that's just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay




Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Gilligan" by A$AP Rocky and Juicy J delve into themes of excess, escapism, and recklessness. The repeated phrases of being "gone off the shit again" and feeling "lost just like Gilligan on my own island" suggest a sense of being out of control and disconnected from reality. The reference to Gilligan, a character known for being stranded on an island in the TV show, symbolizes a feeling of being isolated and adrift in one's own self-indulgence and vices.


The lyrics continue to portray a lifestyle of indulgence and extravagance, with references to drugs, wealth, and partying. Lines like "I got hella racks in my safe, got stars in my Wraith" and "I got stripper hoes snortin' blow, dancin' at my place" paint a picture of a hedonistic existence fueled by materialism and temporary pleasures. The casual tone and bragging about one's resources and experiences further emphasize a sense of detachment from societal norms and responsibilities.


The imagery of "Sippin' on purple rain like champagne" and references to Three Six Mafia and smoking weed evoke a sense of nostalgia and reverence for a bygone era of music and cultural influences. The mention of "flying" in a Rolls Royce and being surrounded by a large entourage creates a sense of grandeur and power, but also hints at a potential superficiality and shallowness in the pursuit of status and validation.


The final verse touches on themes of self-awareness and defiance, with lines like "Gilligan lost, turned trill again" and "Black and proud like a brother man." The lyrics suggest a consciousness of being lost but also a refusal to conform to societal expectations or judgment. The references to repetition, self-identity, and resilience reflect a complex mix of emotions and experiences, ultimately painting a portrait of a protagonist who is simultaneously lost and empowered in their own chaos and self-expression.


Line by Line Meaning

Big headed, long stick
Confident and well-equipped with resources


Fucked up, turnt too
Intoxicated and having a great time


Do it big headed, long stick
Taking on challenges with confidence and resources


Turnt up, turnt too
Having a great time and enjoying oneself


Gone off the shit again, that's just how I live
Feeling high and carefree, living life on the edge


Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Feeling directionless and isolated like the character Gilligan


I got hella shit
I have a lot of things going on


Take a whip, peep these molly rocks
Check out these ecstasy pills


Bought a few, but they still like to swipe
Despite buying some, they still disappear


Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Feeling high and lost, reminiscent of Gilligan's adventures


Sippin' on purple rain like champagne
Drinking a purple drink like it's a celebration


Rolls Royce, I'm flying, sauces drippin'
Driving in a luxury car, looking flashy


Gone off the shit again, that's just how I live
Being high is just a normal part of my lifestyle


Gilligan lost, turned trill again
Feeling lost but embracing a real, authentic persona


Make it rain like the weatherman
Throwing money around like it's raining




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JORDAN HOUSTON, MICHAEL FOSTER, RAKIM MAYERS, SHELLEY MASSENBURG-SMITH

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