B.O.A.T.S (Based on a true story)

JuiceB0X97 Greatests Hits (Vol ♾️ESSENTIALS)

We hit the mall with swagger high
Laughter echoing in the sky

But then I saw her standing there
Her eyes could take down any dare

I walked up smooth my charm in hand
My homies watching where they'd stand

I asked her name she gave a glare
And left me hanging standing there

She curved me hard in front of all
Left my ego small like I'm feeling so small

My crew's in stitches can't stop their jokes
Heart's on the line but it's just broke

My friends laughing tears in their eyes
I'm feeling burnt like summer skies

I shake it off but deep inside
My confidence just took a dive

I guess you win some lose some too
But these laughs sting like a tattoo

Next time I move with more cool grace
Or at least I’ll keep a steady face

She curved me hard in front of all
Left my ego small like I'm feeling so small

My crew's in stitches can't stop their jokes
Heart's on the line but it's just broke

Gloria's Time

Curve Me

Some scars tell stories, and JuiceB0X97 is turning his pain into music with his latest single, "Bone Parade." Inspired by a real-life injury when he broke his jaw on Halloween Back In 2012, this track dives deep into the experience—blending haunting melodies with raw lyricism.

With eerie, atmospheric production and hard-hitting beats, "Bone Parade" captures the surreal mix of pain, resilience, and the strange way life can play tricks on you. JuiceB0X97 transforms a moment of hardship into an anthem of strength, reminding listeners that even in the darkest times, there’s a rhythm to keep moving forward.

Whether you’ve faced your own battle scars or just love a track with a gripping backstory, "Bone Parade" is a must-hear—dark, intense, and undeniably powerful.

The moon is high the night is cold
Bones rattle but I ain't sold
The band parade with ghosts and ghouls
I ain't joining I'm no fool

Faces painted masks on tight
Skeletons dance in the neon light
They're marching down the haunted lane
But I'm staying clear of that insane

I don't wanna break my jaw tonight
Tripping over shadows ain't my fight
Staying home where it's safe and sound
While the Bone Parade tears up the town

Witches cackle from the old oak tree
But those spells ain't catching me
Zombies shuffle by my door
But I won't step on that blood-red floor

There's a werewolf howling in the dark
Echoes bounce through the empty park
The band plays on but I keep still
Keeping my teeth and avoiding thrills

I don't wanna break my jaw tonight
Tripping over shadows ain't my fight
Staying home where it's safe and sound
While the Bone Parade tears up the town

Bone Parade - Single

Bone Parade

G-Juice Time Is Now!

Yeah, girl, I look at you and you look good
Come with me, we can Play Wrestlin' in the bedroom
We might even knock down some furniture
Crashing through the wall, I just might hurt you
We can wrestle all night, nonstop
Girl, on my beast, watch out, girl, I'm hot

Put the women on the top rope
That's just a preview of the show
That's where we go I'm the undisputed heavyweight champion
Your clothes drop to the floor like Andre and the gang again
Hogan in the ring, girl, cause I ain't ending this

Till I've had you, you need a special move
Cause mama ain't working, girl, it's going down
Either someone's gonna get hurt or get pinned
On the mat
Making them tap in the ring in between moments
Counting one to three, you're screaming
I-D-G-A-F on the loud mouth

Breaking everything, even legs, girl, let it out now
Till you cannot speak and
Muhammad Ali comes out
Girl, you know what I'm talking about
Yeah, girl, I look at you and you look good
Come with me, we can Play Wrestlin' in the bedroom
We might even knock down some furniture
Crashing through the wall, I just might hurt you
Don't make me slam you down in the bedroom
Then you step into my ring, I'm gonna serve you
Pick you up and flip you over

Dive right off the dress to my guy
Stone cold like I'm Austin
Bring the darker version of Batman
Bring your cousin in cause we might need a tag team
Everybody getting plundered with them hand clings
Bedroom turned into a cage match, no ref

It's only ten rules in this
Number one is don't forget the safe word
Otherwise, your head will be smashed with a lid
Hit that Texas cloverleaf, tap her out, make her sleep again
Bring everybody to my Royal Rumble
Beating up them pussies, make them stumble

Memphis underground, dog, find the master
Girl, I look at you and you look good
Come with me, we can Play Wrestlin' in the bedroom
We might even knock down some furniture
Crashing through the wall, I just might hurt you

Play Wrestlin'

Unlucky Dee

Chillin' at the cookout
Cooler than the other side of the pillow
Look out
Somebody took out the food
The whole hood out
Music loud as it could go
We gon' do it good now
They about to see the footwork
Nothin' but steppin' on the woodwork
Shinin' so hard
I gotta look hurt
If you ain't wearin' good perfume
Then you can't be my good girl
Oh
Look
My sugar

If you could just stand there and do that two-step
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Oh
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Oh

If you could just stand there and do that two-step
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Oh
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Oh

At the cookout
We gon' do it good now
At the cookout
We gon' do it good now
At the cookout
We gon' do it good now
At the cookout
We gon' do it good now

Chillin' at the cookout
Cooler than the other side of the pillow
Look out
Somebody took out the food
The whole hood out
Music loud as it could go
We gon' do it good now
They about to see the footwork
Nothin' but steppin' on the woodwork
Shinin' so hard
I gotta look hurt
If you ain't wearin' good perfume
Then you can't be my good girl
Oh
Look
My sugar

If you could just stand there and do that two-step
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get down low with it
Stand up
Oh
Get down low with it
Stand up
Get

Chillin' at the Cookout

Man...
I knew I messed up soon as she picked up that phone
Not Ms. Jackson, bruh... not her…

Third period math, I was wildin' in the back
Tappin' on the desk, tryna spit a lil rap
Threw a paper plane, hit the smart girl head
She turned around and said, "Boy, you finna be dead"

Ms. Jackson snapped, said, "I've had enough!"
Sent me to the office man, they lookin' tough
Principal like, "This your third strike, son"
Pulled out the file, then picked up the phone... run

She said, "Hello?"
He said, "It's about your child…"
I heard her voice go from calm to wild
"Put him on the line right now."
I said, "Hey ma…"
She said, "Don't say nothin' else. You gon' feel it when I get off this 12."

She said, "Wait 'til I get home!"
(You gon' learn today)
"Keep actin' grown!"
(With your smart mouth ways)
"No games, no phone, no TV on"
"You better be sleepin' when I hit that door!"
But I already know, she comin' with the belt
Ain't no savin' me now Lord help yourself
So I prayed, and I cleaned, but it's still gon' hurt
When mama get home from work...

So I mopped the floors, made her favorite rice
Put on gospel music, tryin' to act real nice
Did the dishes, fed the cat, took out the trash
Even wore church pants, tucked in real fast

I texted Auntie like, "Tell her I'm changed"
She said, "Uh-uh, she mad, boy, you still in range"
At 6:05 I heard them keys
That door swung open like a horror scene

She said, "You think school a joke?"
I said, "No ma'am…"
She said, "You think them grades don't matter?"
I said, "I understand…"
She said, "You embarrassin' me out here?"
I said, "I was playin'…"
She said, "Lay across that bed."
I knew what she was sayin'…

She said, "Wait 'til I get home!"
(Oh no, not the switch!)
"Keep actin' grown!"
(That belt do snitch!)
"No games, no phone, no snacks, no fun"
"And don't cry now, it just begun"
She comin' with the heat, like old school love
That tough kinda hug you don't want none of
Yeah, I prayed, and I ducked, but I still got hurt
When mama got home from work...

But look, now I walk straight, talk nice
Do my homework and I act right
Mama ain't mean, she just old-school
Taught me lessons that they don't teach in school

Now I thank her for the discipline
Even when that belt start whisperin'
Cause she loved me through the mess I made
Even when I had them C-minus grades

She said, "Wait 'til I get home!"
(You gon' learn today!)
"Keep actin' grown!"
(With your slick wordplay)
Now I sit up front, no more clownin' the class
Tryna be the kid that make my mama laugh
Cause that love come hard, but it shaped me strong
And I ain't tryin' to get whooped all life long!

Wait ‘Til I Get Home

Woke up this morning, said, “This one’s mine,
My only day off, I’ma take my time.”
Phone start blowin’, “Yo, come outside,”
And before I knew it, I’m stuck in their ride.

All day long, we just runnin’ around,
Errands, parties, different sides of town.
I kept smilin’, but deep inside,
I knew my little peace was gettin’ denied.

Where my day go? (yeah)
It’s midnight when I hit the door.
I been out all day, and I’m tired to the bone,
This was my one chance to be left alone.
Where my day go? (gone, gone),
Guess I gave it all to y’all.
Now I’m layin’ in bed with nothin’ to show,
Damn, my off day just turned into smoke.

Saw the sun set through a car window,
Laughin’ with my boys, but my energy low.
They don’t see it how my back still aches,
From that ten-hour shift I just had to take.

Wanted movies, snacks, maybe catch some sleep,
But they dragged me to a bar on 5th Street.
Now it’s 11:30, and I’m finally free,
But the day’s all gone, wasn’t mine to keep.

Where my day go? (yeah)
It’s midnight when I hit the door.
I been out all day, and I’m tired to the bone,
This was my one chance to be left alone.
Where my day go? (gone, gone),
Guess I gave it all to y’all.
Now I’m layin’ in bed with nothin’ to show,
Damn, my off day just turned into smoke.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my crew,
But sometimes a day to myself would do.
Next time I’ma fade when they call my phone,
‘Cause my day off’s mine, and I need my own.

Where my day go? (where it go, yeah)
It’s midnight when I hit the door.
I been out all day, and I’m tired to the bone,
This was my one chance to be left alone.
Where my day go? (gone, gone),
Guess I gave it all to y’all.
Now I’m layin’ in bed with nothin’ to show,
Damn, my off day just turned into smoke.

Yeah…
Next off day, I’m ghostin’.

Where my day go

Phone buzzin’, it’s late at night,
Roomie on the line, somethin’ don’t sound right.
He said, “Yo, I need that rent money, bro,”
I looked at the calendar, like “Man, hell no.”

It’s two weeks early, what you talkin’ about?
Bills ain’t due, don’t be stressin’ me out.
I work too hard just to stack these bands,
Now you callin’ me broke with a shaky plan.

Why you askin’ for rent two weeks away?
Man, what the fuck, it ain’t even payday.
I ain’t your bank, I ain’t no fool,
Stop movin’ like the landlord breakin’ the rules.
Why you askin’ for rent two weeks away?
Man, I can’t front, not today.
You got me twisted, better check that due,
Don’t call me early I’ll pay when it’s true.

I keep my cash tight, stackin’ it clean,
Budget on point, I know what it means.
You blowin’ through money like a slot machine,
Now you beggin’ for mine, man, that’s obscene.

I ain’t cold-hearted, but c’mon, my guy,
Two weeks out? You can’t justify.
Stop stressin’ my phone with your petty scheme,
I’ll drop the rent when the due date screams.

Why you askin’ for rent two weeks away?
Man, what the fuck, it ain’t even payday.
I ain’t your bank, I ain’t no fool,
Stop movin’ like the landlord breakin’ the rules.
Why you askin’ for rent two weeks away?
Man, I can’t front, not today.
You got me twisted, better check that due,
Don’t call me early I’ll pay when it’s true.

“Bruh… you really callin’ me at 11PM for rent money? Two weeks early? Nah… chill with that.”

Why you askin’ for rent two weeks away?
Man, what the fuck, it ain’t even payday.
I ain’t your bank, I ain’t no fool,
Stop movin’ like the landlord breakin’ the rules.

Yeah… two weeks early.
Try again later.

Two Weeks Away

I’m laid back, feet up, playlist loud,
Sippin’ on peace, don’t need no crowd.
Then my phone buzz twice, then it buzz again,
Guess who it is? Same story, my friend.

You askin’ “What you doin’? Where you at right now?”
But I ain’t your diary, stop tryna track me down.
I left that chapter, tried to close that page,
But you textin’ like a storm, tryna rattle my cage.

I’m coolin’, I’m vibin’, I’m livin’ my life,
You steady poppin’ up like you got the right.
But my patience thin, don’t test my zone,
I’m two taps away from cuttin’ off your phone.

Better chill with the buzzin’ or you gon’ get dropped,
My ignore game crazy, I ain’t never been soft.
One more text and it’s a done story,
Welcome to the block party.
Yeah, I’m breathin’ in peace, you disturb my night,
Tryna pull me back in, but it don’t feel right.
One more call, you gon’ lose that glory,
Welcome to the block party.

Every “wyd” just feel the same,
You playin’ old tricks in a brand-new game.
I’m not your fallback, not your late-night vibe,
So why you blowin’ up when I’m tryna survive?

I’m not cold-hearted, I just learned my worth,
And my peace of mind is the richest turf.
I’m tryna meditate, elevate, breathe,
But your texts like chains that I need to leave.

I’m chillin’, I’m coastin’, no stress on me,
But you pushin’ my patience endlessly.
Two seconds more, then your number gone,
Block party open, you don’t belong.

Better chill with the buzzin’ or you gon’ get dropped,
My ignore game crazy, I ain’t never been soft.
One more text and it’s a done story,
Welcome to the block party.
Yeah, I’m breathin’ in peace, you disturb my night,
Tryna pull me back in, but it don’t feel right.
One more call, you gon’ lose that glory,
Welcome to the block party.

Ring-ring nah, I ain’t pickin’ up.
Text-text  nah, I don’t give a
Peace is priceless, can’t buy this vibe,
But you one step closer to gettin’ denied.

Better chill with the buzzin’ or you gon’ get dropped,
My ignore game crazy, I ain’t never been soft.
One more text and it’s a done story,
Welcome to the block party.

Yeah… block party’s full tonight.
Guess who ain’t invited?

Block Party - Single

Block Party

(Yeah… uh…)
Vanessa… she two different people, yo…
Sunshine in the morning… demon after dark.

Daytime, she polite, quiet lil’ queen,
Pearls on her neck, keep her image real clean.
Corporate smile, pretty skirt, high heels,
Say her grace, bow her head over Sunday meals.

But when the sun fall, that’s another story,
She the type to turn pain into midnight glory.
Hit me with a text: “Bring the cuffs, don’t stall,”
Now she naked in the bed, screamin’ fuck it all.

Vanessa got two sides, angel and a freak,
Sunshine in the daytime, demon in the sheets.
Chains and the whips, yeah she love that pain,
But in the daylight, she don’t say a thing.

She the quiet type at brunch with her girls,
But I seen the other side, she’ll rock your world.
Got paddles on the dresser, latex on the floor,
She a saint in the streets, but a slut behind doors.

She whisper soft in the morning, “Have a blessed day,”
But at night she bite my neck, leave marks where I lay.
She a freak with no limits, mask on her face,
Bent over beggin’ me to put her back in her place.

Vanessa got two sides, angel and a freak,
Sunshine in the daytime, demon in the sheets.
Chains and the whips, yeah she love that pain,
But in the daylight, she don’t say a thing.

Halo in the morning, devil horns at night,
She a contradiction, but it feel so right.
Lace and leather, handcuffs tight,
Say she want the whole pipe till the morning light.

Vanessa, Vanessa, baby play that role,
Daytime classy, nighttime lose control.
She my good girl cover, freak show inside,
Sunshine in the day, but a demon at night.
but a demon at night.

Vanessa (feat. Gloria Juice)

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