The Bull Pen

🎤 “The Bull Pen” [Intro] Wake up, I smell Dabs dabs dabs bitch, Wake up on my pillow — crusty eyes shit Hop outta bed to find that my legs don’t work A threw me down the stairs again god dammit — ⸻ [Verse 1] Bull Pen was home for 3 years — big red house Seven dudes like the dwarves live here Bong rips, smoke in the air Eyes red like nobody cared Dab rig gauntlet—step up, survive If you made it through you felt barely alive Roof top chillin, watching time fly Sun going down while we’re too damn high Scooters bombing straight down the hill No brakes, no fear, just chasing the thrill Hit the Coug, Valhalla, Zu at night Same damn crew every damn time ⸻ [Hook] Bull Pen livin, we were outta control No plan, no future, just living our best life Laughing through chaos, breaking the mold Wouldn’t trade a second even now that we’re old ⸻ [Verse 2] Wing Wednesdays stacking bones on plates Red BBQ out front, charcoal flames Blunts getting passed while the meat got overcooked as fuck Garza yelling “yo don’t burn that shit” Axis and Allies went way too far I swear Hunter almost started a war Table shaking, pieces got thrown Thought somebody might not make it home Punching street signs just to feel tough Four Lokos deep, man we had enough Lunch trays flying down a snowy Observatory hill Sledding like idiots, chasing that thrill ⸻ [Hook] Bull Pen livin, we were outta control No plan, no future, just living out our days taking rips Laughing through chaos, breaking the mold Wouldn’t trade a second even now that we’re old ⸻ [Verse 3] Garza and Derrick passed out again Couch was basically their second skin Potter talking shit like he always do Running his mouth like it’s nothing new Heath in his room, no windows, no light Didn’t leave for days, just vanished from sight Jimmy John’s orders stacking up fast Delivery dude knew us by name at last or shit is that our dab guy, wait that’s him not a sandwich person Sunday nights watching shows Garza pirated everything, that was the deal Sophia the cat stalking low and slow Stole Javon’s weed—blamed me though ⸻ [Bridge – messy, nostalgic] Kitchen caked in straight disaster Trash piled high, moving faster Winter came and it got real cold Party went wild, story gets told Some dude smashed the main damn glass Living room window—shattered fast Freezing for months on that couch we stayed Blankets and hoodies just trying to make it by ⸻ [Verse 4] Cleaned the garage, thought I did it right Next day looked like a crime scene fight Windows smashed, glass everywhere Looked like a crack den—nobody cared That was life in the Bull Pen days Dumb decisions in a million ways But somehow through all the smoke and mess Those were the times I remember best ⸻ [Final Hook – louder] Bull Pen livin, we were outta control No plan, no future, just losing our fucking minds at each others throats Laughing through chaos, breaking the mold Wouldn’t trade a second even now that we’re old ⸻ [Outro] Yeah… Seven dudes in a red house… Probably shouldn’t have survived that shit… …but we thrived