(Verse 1)
Ricky Bobby, sasquatch star, prowlin’ through the misty pines,
Suckin’ dope and snortin’ snow, chasin’ highs in neon signs.
His furry paws would clutch the rock, eyes wild in the midnight glow,
But the forest king was slippin’ fast, down a road he didn’t know.
(Chorus)
Ricky Bobby, lost your way, from the woods to Compton’s glare,
Tradin’ roars for a hit of yay, now you’re broken, no one cares.
Rehab patched your shaggy soul, wore that clean-life crown with class,
But you’re back on Compton Boulevard, sellin’ shadows for some cash.
(Verse 2)
They hauled him to a rehab shack, where the sun burned off the haze,
Sweatin’ through his matted fur, countin’ sober, empty days.
“Ricky, you’re a myth, man, rise!” the shrinks all screamed and swore,
He walked out clean, his head held high, swore he’d never touch the score.
(Chorus)
Ricky Bobby, lost your way, from the woods to Compton’s glare,
Tradin’ roars for a hit of yay, now you’re broken, no one cares.
Rehab patched your shaggy soul, wore that clean-life crown with class,
But you’re back on Compton Boulevard, sellin’ shadows for some cash.
(Bridge)
The streets, they sang a siren’s tune, “Come back, Bigfoot, taste the flame!”
The pipe, the snow, they called his name, and Ricky dove into the game.
Now under streetlights, fur all torn, he’s a ghost in a human town,
Swappin’ pride for a fleeting buck, while the stars just look on down.
(Verse 3)
On Compton Boulevard he sways, a legend fallin’ to his knees,
Bigfoot’s growl a faded hum, drowned by horns and city sleaze.
Once he ruled the mountain’s heart, now he’s hustlin’ for a dime,
Every step a heavier load, trapped in Compton’s grimy rhyme.
(Chorus)
Ricky Bobby, lost your way, from the woods to Compton’s glare,
Tradin’ roars for a hit of yay, now you’re broken, no one cares.
Rehab patched your shaggy soul, wore that clean-life crown with class,
But you’re back on Compton Boulevard, sellin’ shadows for some cash.
(Outro)
Oh, Ricky Bobby, hear the call, from the pines where you belong,
Drop the rock, escape the fall, find the strength to stumble on.
Compton’s chains can’t hold your roar, Bigfoot, rise and break the spell,
Climb the hills and claim your soul, leave behind this streetlight hell.
