歌手:The Manhattan Transfer
专辑:《Mecca For Moderns》

作词 : Jay Graydon/Marc Jordan/Richard Page
作曲 : Jay Graydon/Marc Jordan/Richard Page
Royce Da 5'9"(ft.Nottz & Adonis) - On The Boulevard

IIII've - been trying so haaaard
To erase the scaaaars
Of living this liiiife - on the boulevaaaaard!
Oooooo-ooooohhh! - On the boulevaaaaaaaard!
Yeeaahh, yeeaaah, yeeeaaah, yeeeeaaaaaaaah!

Every morning - Kenny wakes up 'bout 5 A.M.
And jog' 'bout seven miles before class start.
Had dreams of being the next superstar
Like that boy who sang Bo'. (like that boy who sang Bo'!)
Kenny's ambition was crazy,
In his heart he was determined to get it, so he stuck with' it!
Six days out the week {ooohh!} - Kenny hit the track
With his goals set high. (high!) - He ain't turnin' back! {ooohh!}
Lost one too many friends over guns and crack,
Kenny put it in his mind there's something better then that. {ooohh!}
His daddy called him flypaper the way he stuck to the track
His momma said: "It's your time, baby, you can't turn back! " (turn back!)
And through all the blood, sweat, and the tears
Kenny promised the fan - for 40 years;
To come. - Gotta get it; he shall prosper
Jumpin' hurdles in life 'til the next one pop up! {ooohh!}

IIII've - been trying so haaaard
To erase the scaaaars
Of living this liiiife - on the boulevaaaaard!
Oooooo-ooooohhh! - On the boulevaaaaaaaard!
Yeeaahh, yeeaaah, yeeeaaah, yeeeeaaaaaaaah!

Every morning - Kenny wakes up at 9 A.M.
Hit the traphouse and stay there til it's 5 A.M.
Uh! - I call that trappin' pages {ooohh!}
He always holdin' his **** - always bustin' off, but I don't call that masterbation.
He all about heart;
And you will never hear: "Oh, my god! They killed Kenny! " *****, this ain't South Park!
This the Dirty Mittons, scurvy conditions
Workers is stealin'. - Stealers is workin', {ooohh!} you only as real as the ***** you murdered.
Bullets fly to your chest leak
Treat you like you a crownless chess piece! {ooohh!}
Middle finger never up. {ooohh!} - That's a substituted waste.
Why would he do that when can just - tell you ******: "**** you! " to your face?
He could fill up y'all with Philly's Boulevard Bully;
To pull your card with no regards for the laws, wearin' a hoodie. {yeeeaaahh!}
Police on his trail, he toss the bird; {yeeaa-yeeaa-yeeeaaaahhh!}
Roll his window down like: "Can I help you office-eeeeeerr? "

I've been huuuustliiin' - for so looooong! (so looong!)
'Ey, 'ey! - The streeeets just won't - leave me alooooone! (alooooone!)
It's a baaaattle that I've gotta wiiiiin. (ooohh, ooohh!)
I can't give iiiiit uuuup! (ooohh, ooohh!) - I can't give iiiiit uuuuuuuuuuuuup! - Noooo!

IIII've - been trying so haaaard
To erase the scaaaars
Of living this liiiife - on the boulevaaaaard!
Oooooo-ooooohhh! - On the boulevaaaaaaaard!
Yeeaahh, yeeaaah, yeeeaaah, yeeeeaaaaaaaah!

Bound for destiny, for greatness.
Yet they both struggled with... the 9-7.
As evidence they were meant to be more...
Yet they can't seem to finally find the score!
Cause the game they played... was rigged from the beginnin'!
And in the end...
I sat on the sidelines and cry!
Both cues...
Stuck in a parallel universe will lose their lives!