Dark Eyes
Left Boy Lyrics
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I'mma pick it up, to where I let it go
But when I leave it, you had it so
Complex, take it out the context
All I ever wanted from you was some bomb sex
Another drunk text, another phone call
Baby pease shut up until the?
You acting like I have to give a fuck cause you fall
Best to the best to the best
Take a big fat shit on your home girl's chest
They're impressed cause I'm good
They're opressed cause I'm good
Take money from the rich and invest in the hood
Ya my Maserati four door peace of shit chrome rims
Make it go (rooahr) 'til your ears ring
I hear the birds sing, I hear the coins drop
I hear the "please don't ever leave hip hop"
[Hook:]
Baby check it out I ain't going nowhere
I'll be right here when you need me I'll be
Baby check it out I ain't going nowhere
I'll be right here when you need me I'll be THEEEEREEE
[Verse 2:]
Huh maybe not, who know where I'll be
I got shows overseas where the hoes say please (hoes say please)
I'm sorry señor, I did not know you were recording some more
God damn, close the door
I'm using my groove, I refused to be whack
So I need to be smoothe, like a braziian wax
A million tracks on my Macbook Pro, fuck the amateur X
Spittin fictional facts, they got a lyrical x
And I make hits roll, kick back and relax
Rolex on the wrist, champagne in the cup
And your little sister is sitting on my dick, what's up?
[Outro:]
I'm the guy at the club that everybody loves
With a bottle of patrone and that other good stuff
L-E-F-T-B-O-me-O-my, I'mma do this shit 'til the day I die
The guy at the club that everybody loves
With a bottle of patrone and that other good stuff
L-E-F-T-B-O-me-O-my, I'mma do this shit 'til the day I die
Left Boy’s song “Dark Eyes” is about living the high life, being successful, and enjoying the perks that come with being a famous musician. The song is divided into two verses that touch upon different aspects of Left Boy’s life. The first verse talks about a relationship that has gone bad. Left Boy initially talks about how he plans to pick things up from where he let them go. However, he soon realizes that his former partner had the relationship twisted and blew things out of context. He then reminisces about the passion that they shared in the bedroom but expresses no interest in getting back together. He highlights his annoyance at her clingy behavior by telling her to be quiet since he is not interested in a relationship anymore.
The second verse of the song is about Left Boy’s experience in the music industry. He talks about how he always makes a hit and never compromises the quality of his music by always striving for perfection. He boasts that he has a million tracks on his MacBookPro, and his music is better than the amateurs because he highlights fictional facts and has a lyrical X. This verse also portrays Left Boy’s lavish lifestyle, as he mentions having a Rolex on his wrist and champagne in his cup.
The overall message in Dark Eyes is that Left Boy is a successful musician who is determined to remain at the top of his game, irrespective of the obstacles that he may face.
Line by Line Meaning
I'mma pick it up, to where I let it go
I'm going to resume the relationship where I left it off
But when I leave it, you had it so
When I neglect our relationship, you take control and shape it to your desires
Complex, take it out the context
It's complicated, don't overthink it
All I ever wanted from you was some bomb sex
I just wanted a physical relationship
Another drunk text, another phone call
I keep reaching out to you when I'm under the influence
Baby please shut up until the?
Can you please stop talking until I finish what I have to say?
You acting like I have to give a fuck cause you fall
You assume I should care about your feelings just because you have feelings
In love with the one and only, yes yah
You claim to be in love with the only one for you
Best to the best to the best
I'm the best, and I know it
Take a big fat shit on your home girl's chest
I don't care about your best friend, and I'm vulgar about it
They're impressed cause I'm good
People are impressed by my talent
They're opressed cause I'm good
People are envious of my success
Take money from the rich and invest in the hood
Wealth redistribution is necessary, let's invest in underprivileged areas
Ya my Maserati four door peace of shit chrome rims
I have a Maserati with chrome rims, but it's not as great as it seems
Make it go (rooahr) 'til your ears ring
I rev my car engine to make a loud noise that hurts your ears
I hear the birds sing, I hear the coins drop
I'm living a rich and peaceful lifestyle
I hear the "please don't ever leave hip hop"
I hear the plea from fans to stay in the music industry
I'll be right here when you need me I'll be
I'll always be available when you need me
Baby check it out I ain't going nowhere
I'm always going to be around
Huh maybe not, who know where I'll be
Actually, I might not always be around
I got shows overseas where the hoes say please (hoes say please)
I perform overseas where women beg for attention
I'm sorry señor, I did not know you were recording some more
I apologize, sir, I did not realize the recording was still going
God damn, close the door
Close the door, please
I'm using my groove, I refused to be whack
I'm using my talent to produce good music, I won't release anything subpar
So I need to be smoothe, like a braziian wax
I need to be polished and refined, like a Brazilian wax
A million tracks on my Macbook Pro, fuck the amateur X
I have a lot of music on my MacBook Pro, and I don't care about amateur artists
Spittin fictional facts, they got a lyrical x
I write music with made-up stories, and the lyrics are excellent
And I make hits roll, kick back and relax
I make hit songs effortlessly
Rolex on the wrist, champagne in the cup
I'm living an extravagant lifestyle, with a Rolex watch and champagne
And your little sister is sitting on my dick, what's up?
I'm having sexual relations with your younger sister
L-E-F-T-B-O-me-O-my, I'mma do this shit 'til the day I die
I'm Left Boy, and I'll continue making music until I die
The guy at the club that everybody loves
I'm popular at clubs
With a bottle of patrone and that other good stuff
I bring good alcohol to parties
Contributed by Lucas L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
J R
Ok jetzt nochmal für alle, die richtigen Lyrics:
I will pick it up, from where I let it go
But when I leave it, your head is so (you had it so?)
Complex, take it out the context
All I ever wanted from you was some bomb sex
Another drunk text, another phone call
Baby please step up to the new hall
You acting like I have to give a fuck cause you fall
In love with the one and only, yes yah
Best to the best to the best
Took a big fat shit on your home girl's chest
They're impressed cause I'm good
They're depressed cause I'm good
Take money from the rich and invest in the hood
Ya my Maserati four door peace of shit chrome rims
Make it go (rooahr) 'til your ears ring
I hear the birds sing, I hear the coins drop
I hear the "please don't ever leave hip hop"
Baby chill out, I ain't going nowhere
I'll be right here when you need me I'll be
Baby chill out, I ain't going nowhere
I'll be right here when you need me I'll be THEEEEREEE
Huh maybe not, who knows where I'll be
I got shows overseas where the hoes say please - José, please!
I'm sorry señor, I did not know you were recording some more
God damn, close the door
I'm loosing my groove, I refused to be whack
So I need to be smoothe, like a brazilian wax
A million tracks on my Macbook Pro, fuck the amateur X
Spittin fictional facts, they got a lyrical x (axe?)
And I make hits(heads?) roll, kick back and relax
Rolex on the wrist, champagne in the cup
And your little sister is sitting on my dick, what's up?
I'm the guy at the club that everybody loves
With a bottle of patrone and that other good stuff
L-E-F-T-B-O-me-O-my, I'mma do this shit 'til the day I die
The guy at the club that everybody loves
With a bottle of patrone and that other good stuff
L-E-F-T-B-O-me-O-my, I'mma do this shit 'til the day I die
BLUSHIN ReT
Ngl left boy knows how to take the weirdest samples and turn them into some of the best songs ive ever heard 😚👌
J R
Ok jetzt nochmal für alle, die richtigen Lyrics:
I will pick it up, from where I let it go
But when I leave it, your head is so (you had it so?)
Complex, take it out the context
All I ever wanted from you was some bomb sex
Another drunk text, another phone call
Baby please step up to the new hall
You acting like I have to give a fuck cause you fall
In love with the one and only, yes yah
Best to the best to the best
Took a big fat shit on your home girl's chest
They're impressed cause I'm good
They're depressed cause I'm good
Take money from the rich and invest in the hood
Ya my Maserati four door peace of shit chrome rims
Make it go (rooahr) 'til your ears ring
I hear the birds sing, I hear the coins drop
I hear the "please don't ever leave hip hop"
Baby chill out, I ain't going nowhere
I'll be right here when you need me I'll be
Baby chill out, I ain't going nowhere
I'll be right here when you need me I'll be THEEEEREEE
Huh maybe not, who knows where I'll be
I got shows overseas where the hoes say please - José, please!
I'm sorry señor, I did not know you were recording some more
God damn, close the door
I'm loosing my groove, I refused to be whack
So I need to be smoothe, like a brazilian wax
A million tracks on my Macbook Pro, fuck the amateur X
Spittin fictional facts, they got a lyrical x (axe?)
And I make hits(heads?) roll, kick back and relax
Rolex on the wrist, champagne in the cup
And your little sister is sitting on my dick, what's up?
I'm the guy at the club that everybody loves
With a bottle of patrone and that other good stuff
L-E-F-T-B-O-me-O-my, I'mma do this shit 'til the day I die
The guy at the club that everybody loves
With a bottle of patrone and that other good stuff
L-E-F-T-B-O-me-O-my, I'mma do this shit 'til the day I die
Fay Daudert
Zeta Alpha o
guillaume hamon
+Zeta Alpha i'mma pick it up *
Oliver Johnson
+Jan Grossmann *I got a lyrical axe
sorry
Jan Grossmann
@jojojonenene lyrical lacks maybe?
Oliver Johnson
@Zeta Alpha Spittin fictional facts, they got a lyrical axe
And I make heads roll, kick back and relax
Meddl Woif
I’m the guy at the club that every body loves, With a bottle of patrone and that other good stuff, L-E-F-T-B-O-me-O-my, Imma do this shit til the day I die <3
SkyLeXxHD
Love it! :)
Savanna Holloway
I love this cover