Alec Benjamin is great at creating other messages than what you may first hear in his lyrics, making it the kind of music you can listen to over and over and get something new each time. This is just a theory of mine, not really any evidence besides the lyrics. Put down those bubbles and that belt buckle Well, there's no excuse for the things he didīut there's a lot at home that he's dealing withīecause his dad's been drunk since he was a kid With the blood on his hand from my broken noseīut like every other day, he was scared to goīack to his house 'cause his pops was home I had thick red blood running down my clothesĪnd a sick, sick look 'cause I like it though He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose Well I squared him up, left my chest exposed Knock me out, kick me when I'm on the ground I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain I said I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubbleĪnd my heart was pumping, chest was screaming She said, 'Son, you gotta tell me why you're black and blue'
I said, 'You don't wanna know the things I had to do' She said, 'Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you' I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble Then I covered up my face so that no one knows I had chicken on the plate, but the food was cold Stepped through the gate, and I'm all alone
