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BLACKPINK – So Hot lyrics

[Jennie]
BLACKPINK in your area
BLACKPINK in your area

[Jennie]
Wae jakku chyeodaboni wae
Naega geureohge yeppeuni
Amuri geureohdago geureohge chyeodabomyeon
Naega jom ssukseureopjanhni
(Why you wanna do that?)

[Rosé]
Naega jinagal ttaemada
Gogae dollineun namjadeul
Dwieseo neukkyeojineun tteugeoun siseondeul
Eotteohge hamyeon joheulji

I′m so hot
[Jennie] nan neomu yeppeoyo
I′m so fine
[Rosé] nan neomu maelyeok isseo
I′m so cool
[Jisoo] nan neomu meotjyeo
[Lisa] I’m so so so hot hot

[Lisa]
A little bit of black, with a little bit of pink
But ain’t none little about this
Been living it big, uh
Your crib could fit in my crib
Pretty as shhhhhh
Don’t gotta say it no more
Look at my face and they know
They’ve seen it before, oh
Made it to vogue
[Jennie] Put the pop, back in pop, at the top
What we rock, they all rock, had to stop
[Lisa] Have to shop, Keep the swagger on five mil
[Jennie & Lisa] We the only gang to run the game in high-heels

[Jisoo]
Joyonghi salgo sipeunde
Dareun yeojaaedeulcheoreom
Eommaneun wae nal ireohge nahanwaseo
Nae salmeul pigonhage haneunji

I’m so hot
[Rosé] Nan neomu yeppeoyo
I’m so fine
[Jisoo] Nan neomu maelyeok isseo
I’m so cool
[Lisa] Nan neomu meotjyeo
[All] I’m so so so hot hot

I’m so hot
[Jisoo] Nan neomu yeppeoyo
I’m so fine
[Jennie] Nan neomu maelyeok isseo
I’m so cool
[Rosé] Nan neomu meotjyeo
[Lisa] I’m so so so hot hot

BROCKHAMPTON – BEN CARSON lyrics

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
Dressed in the same shit I wore yesterday
Yeah, it’s still fresh, never flexed clichés
I never write a verse and repeat the same thing
Cause the sheen on my chains is my calling to fame
Made in the projects, slave to my progress
I only fuck a black girl if she wearing contacts
You ain’t gotta talk you still blocked from my contacts
She hit me on my MySpace she ever wanna find me
I’m way too fly to drive, too drunk to call a cab
But I still need a ride to fit a couple girls inside
Oh what am I to do? I rent an Uber for the week
It’s just another whip on my back, and we don’t pay no tax
Cause where I come from, ain’t no body getting shot by the IRS
The trap ain’t free, you better realize that
But imma get money, no tests on the desk
Fuck the SAT’s, smoking Sunday’s best
Find me in the ground, only time I regress
Six feet down, no I’m not there yet
Won’t you meet me in the grave? I got grass on deck
So a grave like a slaveship, candy colored spaceship
Space like a white girl but ride like a Lexus
Leather with an accent, designed by Italians
But he ain’t got medallions so maybe he a Mexican
But really what’s the difference?

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
I don’t know difference, mirror black and white like a pilgrim
Plymouth landed on me like a kickflip
Y’all repress this, oppress this
Question next is why my mention so menstrual?
I be going ham on Ray street eating tofu
Loiter at the wholefoods, sipping kombucha
Yeah I went green but the black will still do ya
Damn, she used to be my number one, past tense
Past time chillin, evolved into the villian
Sunday school friends
In search of second circumcisions
Nah, keep your opinions
We was mallrats just cheesin’ for the pictures
Now who can circumvent us?

BROCKHAMPTON – BET I lyrics

[Spoken Intro: Kevin Abstract]
Smoking like five, six blunts in this bitch
My nigga Jon rollin’ up, smoking heavy
Shout my nigga Jabari

[Intro: Kevin Abstract]
I ain’t been the same since my Grandma passed
Damn, damn
Ma ain’t been the same since my Grandma passed
Damn, damn
She don’t smoke weed to get high
Damn, damn
She only smoke dope ’cause her friends do it
Damn, damn

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
She don’t give a fuck about no homework
She gone pop that pussy but give me dome first
She pretend she love me until her throat hurt
We gone need some rubbers and some more work
We be screaming like our TV don’t work
Her Mama say to leave me ‘fore she disown her
I don’t blame her either took her from the church
Now watch me burn it down while I soul search

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down
Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down
Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down
Now watch me, watch me while I burn it down
We be getting high
Acting like we ain’t got problems
We be getting high
Acting like we ain’t got problems
We be getting high
Acting like we ain’t got problems
We be getting high, we be getting high, oh

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
She only call me when she wanting to get high
Roll that weed, push them needles, slide them panties to the side
Off that shit we gone fuck through the night
Tight white skin just the right fit for the night
Take another sip if you’d like
Another mothafucking bong rip if you like
You ain’t going home for the night
Put you in that seat to the right
Coming home with me for the night
And ima get you high
Take you places you ain’t been
And never have to leave this spot
Melt here right here in the sky
And I can make it rain and watch it wash them sins away
So tell me, do you really feel lonely?
Waking up cold you be calling out to hold me
To make you feel whole just not so alone
Never let you go
And we never coming down
And you ain’t got no home
So we ain’t got no problems
If all we need is drugs then all you gotta do is call me
If all we need is love then why is hate is what surround me
Swallow all these down and let these problems melt and drown me
Just drown me, just drown me

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down
Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down
Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down
Now watch me, watch me while I burn it down
We be getting high
Acting like we ain’t got problems
We be getting high
Acting like we ain’t got problems
We be getting high
Acting like we ain’t got problems
We be getting high, we be getting high, oh

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
She done flipped the pharmaceuticals
All I wanna know is where you go
Powder shower, down on you
Know you sour, no sweets from you
Baby gone fuck till the night finish
She gone suck till the life in it
She probably gone bite till the blood hit it
Got some polaroid nudes put a knife in em
You a bad girl, bad habit
Bad girl, good finish
Bad girl, go get it
Read a bad girl like book, what?
She throw it, throw it back like a hook, what?
See I don’t wanna tell em who I love no
She gonna hit me like a plug woah
All we gon do is fuck on the floor

[Bridge 1: Matt Champion, Kevin Abstract, Joba]
Bad girl, no
Bad girl, no
She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah
She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah
She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah
She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah
She’s a bad, bad girl, woah, woah-oh
She’s a bad, bad girl, oh, oh, oh, woah

[Interlude: Poofie]
Bitch came through, you know what I’m saying?
She was bad as shit, she was bad as shit, man, I’m telling you, man
I’m telling you, yo
She had that nice ass on her and shit
But listen, listen, listen, listen, listen
Listen, listen
Yo, yo, yo, tell me, tell, listen, listen
If she got that thing man I swear I think she got that jungle fever

[Verse 4: Merlyn Wood]
Then I’m Tarzan, homie
If she bleeding, target
Yeah I dropped my standards
My teachers aren’t
Tryna flunk me down
They tryna hold me back
Fuck Kenan & Kel, man I ain’t with All That
No I ain’t fight this hard
Since my Daddy put em up
I was hitting them trees in his big red truck
Came a long way from havin my shirt tucked
And I still don’t give a fuck
And I still don’t give, uh, no I don’t
Duct tape on my jeans let it show
I’m a fuck up, let ’em know
I’m sorry Mama
Last time I cried was for my Grandmama
Could smell her like the flowers
Africana summer

BROCKHAMPTON – BREAKFAST lyrics

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
(So I built you a house)
Tryna find revenge in the dark, I think I know where you went
Tryna find your spirit is hard, I think I know how to spend
My weeks are evil, your brother don’t want me here
Your family hates me, my parents don’t know I’m here
It’d be better if you loved me but he told me love myself and that’s true
It’d be nice if you could help me but he told me help myself and that’s true
The sky ain’t gon’ be fixed tonight
I know for sure the sky ain’t perfect

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I’m swimmin’ in a sea of regret
The more I sink I forget how to swim
I try to breathe, I know the feeling too well
Of fighting myself, I’m losing again
Why am I here? Cold and alone
The sea ain’t a home, but it’s still where I lay
And still to this day, bad credit with karma
Lighting blunts underwater
Still ain’t goin’ too well, so I kept to myself

BROCKHAMPTON – CANNON lyrics

[Video Intro: Jabari Manwa]
I am Jabari Manwa, and this is my confessions tape

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
This is everything I ever wanted though
Dreaming of a candy store
Brother couldn’t tell me more, no
So I need moments where I could be left alone
Yeah, she let me ride along
To a place where I belong, woah, though
If you niggas ever get your money right
Would you still be robbing niggas?
Would you still be lying to yo momma? No
Don’t you know I do this for your family?
‘Cause mine ain’t believe in me
Left my hood so easily
Eat, sleep, wash sheets, repeat
Watch teachers teach

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
High and on the damn sidelines where the bleachers be
Always feel like city streets, wish I was back in my sheets, shit
Most days I don’t wanna be me, shit
Don’t watch this, teen watch TV, shit
My whole family look like some Gucci shit
Shoutout my hood, they racist as hell, shit
I’m ’bout my papers like some damn immigrants, bitch

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
One day I’ma get my bread up
All my real niggas been fed up
One day I’ma get my bread up
All my real niggas still fed up
One day I’ma get my bread up
All my real niggas been fed up
One day I’ma get my bread up
All my real niggas been set up

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
I cannot explain it
Dropped down to my knees beneath the stars and started praying
Life put me here for a reason, I am not complaining
Look me in my eyes, I’m not here for your entertainment
Do you follow?
I ain’t here as your role model
That pill is way too big to swallow
I hollowed out my path
Borrow all my sorrow but don’t expect me to take it back

[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]
I been dripping candy paint, grew up Willow Avenue
Turned a right on Yellowstone, you see what them players do
So I chuck the deuce who make us home to Herschelwood
And shout out to my cousin Mo, he got off a prison sentence
Lock him in a penitentiary, he ain’t takin’ niggas with him
Or his daughter either, so send the lord to keep her
‘Cause the police killin’ fathers, man, it hard to keep ’em
And that’s what’s in my blood, besides the oil and reefer
I’m in the black slab, tryna catch the reaper
It’s a four inside my cup, I crack the seal and fill it
It’s a hole inside me, I try to pour and fill it
But in the bottom, another monster, there’s somethin’ with it
I’m still that little nigga with the little twisties
Waitin’ for the bus and I just missed it
That’s why I’m still hungry, why you robbin’ niggas?
That’s why I dream bigger, fuck a couple dollars
I want a hundred million, and one for all my niggas
And twenty for my mama, she need some bigger ceilings

[Bridge: Bear//Face]
I’m waiting on the birds to call me I, fly
I’m waiting on the birds to call me I
Oh I, oh I
I’m waiting on the birds to call me I, fly
I’m waiting on the birds to call me I
Oh I, oh I
I’m waiting on the birds to call me I, fly
I’m waiting on the birds to call me I
Oh I, oh I
I’m waiting on the birds to call me I, fly
I’m waiting on the birds to call me I
Oh I, oh I
I’m waiting on

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
One day I’ma get my bread up
All my real niggas been fed up
One day I’ma get my bread up
All my real niggas been fed up

BROCKHAMPTON – CONTACTS lyrics

[Verse: Rodney Tenor]
I want your number in my telephone so that I can call you all the time
I want your number in my cell phone so that I could be the one tonight
I want your number in my telephone so that I can call you all the time
I want your number in my cell phone so that I could be the one tonight
I want you in my (oh, oh)
I want you in my phone, before I let you go
I want you in my phone
I want you in my, in my, in my arms again

BROCKHAMPTON – COTTON HOLLOW lyrics

[Chorus: Dom McLennon]
Falling for the wrong one
Feeling like the right time
But at least I felt something
Think I’m losing my mind

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
I’m in need of your love
I just need you right here
Sharing all of those things
Whispering in my ear
Tell me what they can’t know
Show me what they can’t see
Tell me all the ideas
They would never believe
You see I remember my home
I remember those trees
I remember those pasts
I remember the breeze
I remember the reason why all of those people that passed
Remember you opened your heart for a second
Gave me your time for a minute
Remember the tone in your voice when I told you that I might be coming to visit
But maybe I’m tripping
You catching me slipping
Down this road again
But this time I ain’t falling
First day back cause the demons keep calling
Look at this world and I start withdrawing
And its so hard not to fade, see its so hard not to fall
But I gotta find peace
And I gotta find sleep cause I don’t see it at all
So I’m going, going, going, deeper and deeper
You see I’m finding it out before my spirit gets weaker
I got a fever, fever
But feeling sick in the head
I need a doctor, doctor
Or just one more cigarette
I’m saying

[Chorus: Dom McLennon]
Falling for the wrong one (I love you)
Feeling like the right time (I love you)
But at least I felt something
Think I’m losing my mind

[Bridge: Dom McLennon]
If I die alone, then I probably deserve that
You can tear your face up but don’t act like you ain’t earn that
If I die alone, then I probably deserve that
You can tear your face up but don’t act like you ain’t earn that
If I die alone, then I probably deserve that
You can tear your face up but don’t act like you ain’t earn that
If I die alone, then I probably deserve that
You can tear your face up but don’t act like you ain’t earn that

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Oh yeah she fine
Soft from behind
Like I’m running out of time
Yeah she hurt your fucking feelings with that
Ass of hers
Dunno just to what I’m feeling with uh-
Get on her
How cannot tell I’m feeling its like-
I’m in her
World. living, breathing
You know I’m not even Steven
Cause I could not be
Shia born in a house fire, damn
Baby, where you do that
I’ma little bit insane, yeah
Put you on game, yeah
Make you maintain, yeah
Stare up in your lane, yeah
Whatever you say, yeah
Alway-always say yeah
Rather see me dead, yeah
Than see me in your bed yeah, yeah, yeah

BROCKHAMPTON – DIRT lyrics

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
South side brought the wave back
Hair nappy need a wave cap
Same state where Trae at
This the reason for the mothafuckin ASAP
That’s MOB nigga
Why ya all dressed up why ya teeth messed up why ya look so lost nigga
Don’t get it twisted down in the dirty south all we do is floss nigga
That shit late
Boss nigga
That one me
Ain’t got time can’t no nigga take mine
Our shit yall shit lose it no way
I’m off it, I’m off it
I’m off and dreamin bout it
I’m nauseous, I’m nauseous
It hurts to think about it ahhh

[Pre-Hook: JOBA & (Kevin Abstract)]
I’ve been riding ’round with my people (dirty south)
And I always put it down for my people (dirty south)
She ain’t ever caught them southern feels (dirty south)
But she gon catch them southern feels (dirty south)

[Hook: JOBA & Kevin Abstract]
‘Cause I get it while it’s hot
I get it non stop as I watch that body rock
Swanging through town, banging through town
Let me slow it down as I get my money right
Got this ice on my wrist, candy painted Lexus
Finna’ hit a lick with my squad
Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff
Take a puff, get buck, feel the southern love

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
Scumbag from the Lone Star state
Come around here, you could be the next nigga on the first 48
Niggas run around with a snub 38
You gotta hold it down and protect your 28s
Because since 18 a nigga had a dream
Of that thang on the spokes
I got my mouth froze
Got them thangs for the low
Who the fuck spoke?
Don’t mind my southern drawl
I got a pocket full of stones for all of y’all
If he up, then watch him ball
Plot to make these niggas fall
Shoot through walls
Take their money and their Ki’s
And don’t come back without it all
Screaming fuck ’em and we ball

[Pre-Hook: JOBA & (Kevin Abstract)]
I’ve been riding ’round with my people (dirty south)
And I always put it down for my people (dirty south)
She ain’t ever caught them southern feels (dirty south)
But she gon catch them southern feels (dirty south)

[Hook: JOBA & Kevin Abstract]
‘Cause I get it while it’s hot
I get it non stop as I watch that body rock
Swanging through town, banging through town
Let me slow it down as I get my money right
Got this ice on my wrist, candy painted Lexus
Finna’ hit a lick with my squad
Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff
Take a puff, get buck, feel the southern love

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
Sock tan, pack of ports
Dirty bitch, might double cup her
Smokin gas on the porch
Guess you could say I’m burnin rubber
Head is good, so I learn to love her
My dogs talk in numbers
My iPhones got iPhones so all my friends can talk to me
My flip phone even switch lanes
My bitch got that lipstick
Like candy paint, lick it off
Fuck me, then piss me off
Alexis, get my ren on
Alexis, get my ren on
Curve me, curve me
Bitch don’t hit my phone, cuz

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
Heard everything’s supposed to be different round here
Gotta make sense of shit round here
It’s like everybody wanna hit a lick round here
Guess I gotta stop giving shits round here
Been looking for a sign or some shit round here
Grind hard just to get a fuckin grip round here
We don’t sit round here
Big shit round here
You a target if you don’t fuckin fit round here
Better charge it to the game nigga
We all going insane better find a fuckin lane
Doing digits in a range nigga
No guts no gain
No pain no fame
We are not one in the same nigga
I could change your whole life
We don’t need no hype
Just to get shit lit for the night
We could set it off on a fuck nigga on sight

[Bridge: Rodney Tenor]
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding
Rolling with my

[Verse 5: Merlyn Wood]
Pushing weight
Got to educate
Niggas smoking on my scholarship
That’s a win win
Allowances off these college kids
BROCKHAMPTON thicker than the wayans man
I’m an asshole
Run up in su casa and dun dun dun dun da da dun dun
They deported my uncle
Cause he ain’t got the papers to prove it
Mama sent me to that white school (Not black!)
Prove I could speak like them white kids
Act like them white kids
Smoke like them white kids
Fuck that!
I’m the all black Johnny Cash

BROCKHAMPTON – ALASKA lyrics

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
I used to work for people, I made a couple hundred dollars
Wasn’t worth it even, I’m worth a hundred thousand
Not dollars but diamonds, I am mud out the bayou
Rip a page out the Bible, come and crucify me
I’m a long way from home and this ain’t Yellowstone
I trade a white bitch for catfish and yellow bones
This from the catacombs, this for the broken homes
From the south side of cities where my granny home
I moved to California, I bring a Grammy home
I call up bill collectors, “leave my fuckin’ family ‘lone”
We left the corner store on the way to caviar
The coupe is mustard colored, what the fuck is Grey Poupon?

[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
Young K.A., never quit your day job, uh
I bring the love to work, I need the day off, uh
I need the [censored], this hard work should pay off, uh
The lights stay off until my mind is made up, uh
A young Zuckerberg, I wake up and make stuff, uh
These niggas copy us, they really need to pay us, uh
I’m from the city where your neighbors fight back
You talkin’ shit, we bring that work right to your lap
I love my niggas like white people love rap
We make the shit you’ll probably never say on track again

[Breakdown: Joba]
Walked through doors all my life, just to close them
Tore down walls all my life, here’s to the other side
A whole new life (feeling the brand new feeling, feeling the brand new feeling)
A whole new life (feeling the brand new feeling, feeling the brand new feeling)
A whole new life (new feeling, brand new feeling, brand new feeling)
A whole new life (new feeling, brand new feeling, brand new, brand new, brand new)

[Verse 3: Kevin Abstract & Joba]
(A whole new life)
Back then when I was hustling, ain’t get no love from them (uh)
(A whole new life)
I paid my own bills and came up with the illest shit (uh)
(A whole new life)
I was tryna find a way to get my family out of it (uh)
(A whole new life)
Spent my days in basements tryna write a motherfuckin’ hit
Nowadays he’s stumbling, they show such love to him
I shut it down to every show, we set the precedent
I’m just tryna show these niggas, life is on some other shit
Keep your head high, smile when the trouble rumblin’

[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
I don’t do what they say, it’s unorthodox
Like bears sharing porridge, just out with Goldilocks
Like Ozzy with no Sharon, he’d just call his parents
So fuck what I’m doing and fuck these damn critics
You should think for yourself, that shit is cancerous
Get my head rubbed by fingers of fuckin’ hair models
Middle finger, fuck the hair up at all our concerts
Maybe if I cared less, I’d wear a hair net
But now my eyes, ten million by twenty five
Dropped out of Lone Star, booked flight from Lone Star
Was working a couple jobs and quit, became a star, uh

BROCKHAMPTON – BLEACH lyrics

[Chorus: Ryan Beatty]
Who got the feeling?
Tell me why I cry when I feel it
Tell me why
Tell me why
Who got the feeling?
Tell me why I cry when I feel it
Tell me why
Tell me why (why?)

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
Phone ringing, never outgoing, homebody
Never outgoing, put my doubts on when these walls up
Tearing at the black tie, finish adding notches to my belt loop
They say help you, I can’t help you
Why I can’t speak out? Is wide out, wide out
Keep it deep inside my mind, it’s off kilter, off kilter
I turn memory to fantasy, for that better pleasure, fuck
Time machine gon’ make it better, maybe better for ya
I can’t make this up, I can’t take it back
Feel like a monster, feel like a dead head zombie
Feelings you don’t want me, I ain’t giving up, you should set if off
Tell me “time’s up”, let the water run, let my body run

[Chorus: Ryan Beatty]
Who got the feeling?
Tell me why I cry when I feel it
Tell me why
Tell me why
Who got the feeling?
Tell me why I cry when I feel it
Tell me why
Tell me why (why)

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Said she wanna get high off a nigga
I wanna die during sex or religion
God and pussy only know my intentions
Waking on the tour bus then I’m swimming
You’d be hurtin’ if you trust me but you isn’t
Honestly, that’s probably the right decision
Pick up, listen, if you wanna get rich
No sleep, how real bad man wake up

[Verse 3: Ameer Vann]
I found false hope in all kinda places
Hotel rooms and temporary feelings
I put my clothes on and try to check out
I try to hide from the sun, let it set now
Don’t let God see me, I got a lot of demons
And I been sleeping with ’em
And now I’m tangled in the sheets and sinking deeper with ’em
I’m going deeper in it, find me drownin’ in it

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
They said “do you make mistakes or do you make a change?”
Or do you draw the line for when it’s better days?
You taste the wind for when it’s cold enough to kill our flame
I wonder who’s to blame
They ask me “do you make mistakes or do you make a change?”
Or do you draw the line for when it’s better days?
We taste the wind for when it’s cold enough to kill our flame
I wonder who’s to blame?

[Chorus: Ryan Beatty]
Who got the feeling?
Tell me why I cry when I feel it
Tell me why
Tell me why
Who got the feeling?
Tell me why I cry when I feel it
Tell me why
Tell me why (why)

[Bridge: Joba]
Everything I have (is a mirror)
And everywhere I stay (isn’t solid ground)
People don’t make sense (to me anymore)
I’m hiding out, again
Tryna to figure it out
I’m tryna to figure it out
I’m tryna to figure it out, yeah
I’m tryna to figure it out

[Bridge: Kevin Abstract]
I forgot my passport
For sure, all for a pretty sky
I forgot my passport
For sure, all for a pretty sky
I forgot my passport
For sure, all for a pretty sky
I forgot my passport
For sure, all for a pretty sky

[Outro: Bearface]
Everything you wear
I need one to care
Softly raised your hair
Hold me and you’ll stay young (don’t go)
Tell me why
Tell me why

BROCKHAMPTON – BOOGIE lyrics

[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me llamo Roberto y me gusta bailar

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
What are the rules for breakfast today?
What are the words I’m forbidden to say?
I need to let my hair down and grow it like a real ass bitch
A real ass bitch, bitch
What are the rules for breakfast today? (grow it like a real-)
What are the words I’m forbidden to say? (grow it like a real-)
I need to let my hair down and grow it like a real ass bitch (grow it like a real-)
A real ass bitch, bitch (grow it like a real-)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I’ve been beat up my whole life
I’ve been shot down, kicked out twice
Ain’t no stoppin’ me tonight
I’ma get all the things I like
I’ve been beat up my whole life
I’ve been shot down, kicked out twice
Ain’t no stoppin’ me tonight
I’ma get all the things I like

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
My niggas takin’ over
BROCKHAMPTON, call your momma
My niggas goin’ platinum
Break necks, send you to the doctor

[Verse 3: Kevin Abstract]
Best boy band since One Direction
Makin’ niggas itch like a skin infection, mm
Did me wrong like a perfect stepson, mm
Been a wrong, you can change the song, hun

[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
Who got me riled up?
Who the lame ass bitch wanna talk ’bout us?
Ooh, who got me riled up?
Who the lame ass bitch wanna talk ’bout us?
Ooh, come get it from me, uh
Come get it from me, uh
Come get it from me, uh, uh, uh
Come get it from me

[Verse 5: Joba]
Break necks, I’m the chiropractor
Come on down, you know I gotcha
Real shit, feelin’ saturated
Realign the spine, fuck the haters
Break necks, I’m the chiropractor
Come on down, you know I gotcha
Real shit, feelin’ saturated
Realign the spine, fuck the haters

[Verse 6: Merlyn Wood]
When you see me in the street, they say “Willie, Willie!”
But you won’t see me in the street, I’m like a hillbilly
I was sad ’cause nobody wanna suck my willy
Now I’m sad, everybody wanna suck my willy
When you see me in the street, they say “Willie, Willie!”
But you won’t see me in the street, I’m like a hillbilly
I was sad ’cause nobody wanna suck my willy
Now I’m sad, everybody wanna suck my willy

[Verse 7: Dom McLennon]
They be like “what the fuck is you on?” when we hit the room
Move til’ these niggas throw me in the tomb
Hear the sounds of the pharaoh when we spin the tunes
Everything feel right now you in the womb
Wanna motivate you in the afternoon
Top shelf money, that’s my new perfume
Twist it up, light the end and inhale the fumes
I’m the one that’s zoom if you just assume

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I’ve been beat up my whole life
I’ve been shot down, kicked out twice
Ain’t no stoppin’ me tonight
I’ma get all the things I like
I’ve been beat up my whole life
I’ve been shot down, kicked out twice
Ain’t no stoppin’ me tonight
I’ma get all the things I like

[Video Outro: Dom McLennon]
Merlyn!

BROCKHAMPTON – CHICK lyrics

[Intro]
Why you look like that? (he looks crazy as fuck)
He look crazy as hell
But he dress well (oh my God)
Why his face look puff?
Why he look like that? (you look like a)
Why your hair like that? (like a chipmunk or something)
Why your teeth like that? (or like a prairie dog)
Why your cheeks like that?

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
I got this shitty moustache, and a new haircut
Short but tall enough to ride every ride so it’s fair enough
Teeth crooked but my breath fresh just like the evergreens
My attitude is bit like, a psys- fuck!
You mean a psychopath
I bet the marble feel good on your bare foot
I’m in the backyard hiding out like I’m Bigfoot
And I won’t cater to you
Yeah I am not Carrabba’s, and I ain’t taking orders
Here for the loot, and to inspire some of you
To do what you do despite all the “fuck you’s”
Cause they shit on your shit, stab you right in the back
‘Til you’re shittin’ on the toilet with Grammys in your lap

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
Niggas talk a lot of shit, in a safe place
Aiming with they keyboard, they shootin’ uppercase
I’m booking tour dates, money in the suitcase
Commander and the chief like, Barack Hussein
Same nigga, two names, I am onto new things
Flying out of Houston, lemme say a few things
I don’t give a fuck about you or your screen name
I’ma be a star even if I say the same things
Cause them same things keep me on the wavelengths
I dropped another verse, so you gon’ have to pay me
Glock with no safety, seen niggas on the pavement
Over gang affiliations, guns with extensions
Seeing niggas get anxious, all these internet gangstas
I’m running outta patience, nigga, stick to your day shift
And watch what you’re saying, and please keep praying
Cause niggas talk big ’til that price on their head

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
I feel these voices always drown out all the noise in the room
They don’t employ you for your purpose, they just need a platoon
Another number in a line ready to march into tombs
I ain’t the one to assume, I put the coon in tycoon
We colonizing the moon, I see you look to the sky
And start to wish it was you, sometimes I wish I was me
Sometimes I’m watching my life
I’m dissociated from what eats my heart up at night
Sleep on a cloud of my strife
I ain’t afraid of the heights, they all afraid to appall
I’m just afraid of excitement being a trip to the mall
I need a summer to fall, I need a winter to spring
Got all these seasons within me, building a story to sing
Don’t need a dollar to dream, I need a billion in facts
I need a trillion in wealth, y’all niggas need to relax
I wanna build up the culture, they wanna dream in the trap
I took the zoom off my lens, and I saw the world in my lap

[Outro: Kevin Abstract]
I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the

BROCKHAMPTON – CINEMA 1 lyrics

[Skit: Robert Ontenient]
Me la pasé mejor que nunca aquí, a pesar de que cometí algunos errores
Pólvora y accidentes
La navidad nunca es el mejor momento para mí
¡Ah Dios, cómo extraño a mi familia!
Haces algo y me fijo en los aviones que sobrevuelan mi casa
Enciendo un cigarillo y miro al suelo
Manteniendo mi cabeza baja por los próximos días
Con mis zapatos atados
Pero bueno
Casi terminamos muchachos, casi terminamos

BROCKHAMPTON – CINEMA 2 lyrics

[Spoken: Robert Ontenient]
No quiero beber agua hoy
No quiero caminar por el vecindario y ver cuán perfecto es el mundo
No quiero hablar con nadie
Solo quiero pararme enfrente de mi casa y ver como se hunde en mis llamas
Ojalá pudiera pedirle a mis amigos que se salgan afuera
Ojalá pudiera haberlos salvado, uno por uno
Pero todo se ha ido
Me pregunto a menudamente si yo seré el proximo
Summer, lo siento

BROCKHAMPTON – CINEMA 3 lyrics

[Spoken: Robert Ontenient]
Padre Celestial
Soy tu humilde servidor
Te presento mi necesidad de esperanza
Hay momentos en que me siento impotente
Hay momentos en que me siento débil
Rezo por esperanza
Necesito esperanza para un futuro mejor
Necesito esperanza para una vida mejor
Necesito esperanza para amor y amabilidad
Algunos dicen que el cielo se hace más oscuro justo antes de la luz
Rezo que esto sea cierto
Ya que todo parece oscuro
Necesito tu luz, señor, en cada sentido
Rezo para ser llenado con tu luz de cabeza a pies
Para disfrutar de tu gloria y saber que todo está bien en el mundo
Como has planeado, y como quieres que sea
Ayúdame a caminar en tu luz, y vivir mi vida en fe y gloria
En tu nombre rezo
Amén

BROCKHAMPTON – ENCINO lyrics

[Intro: Henock Sileshi & Ameer Vann]
Ha ha! Yo, that last one was amazing, them boys is hot!
God damn, yes they was
Let me just formally thank y’all before we bring out the last guests of the evening. (Thank you.)
We just wanna say thank you, (Thank you, thank you.)
For coming out to the 16th annual “His Or Hers Potluck”!
16 … It’s been 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 16! (It’s been 16 years?)
God damn! (16 years, motherfucker)
And Jessica, let me tell you something about them yams, baby girl
You leave that Tupperware around here
I’m gonna have to put my dick in it and impregnate your yams
Cause I’m going to fuck them yams up, baby girl. (Woo, hoo hoo!)
Sweet ass yams, (God damn!)
Jesus Christ, God damn
Let me… Okay
Well, the last headlining group of the night, they go by the name of “BROCK…” (“BROCKHAMPTON”.) “BROCKHAMPTON”, yes
These boys is coming straight out of southeast Texas. (South Texas, yeah.)
Hotter than chicken grease (Woo!)
These motherfuckers, I’m going to say the name 1, 2, 3 times, (Yeah, let the…)
BROCKHAMPTON, BROCKHAMPTON, BROCKHAMPTON (Let the names off they cause, listen because…)
The thing is about BROCKHAMPTON, is that it’s a group
But it’s a bunch of niggas in there. (It’s they, it’s they.)
It’s a bunch of lil’ niggas in there
So go up on the names, my man
Okay, let me tell you, It’s uh… Kevin Abstract… (Kevin Abstract, yup.)
Joba. (Yup.)
Matt Champion (Yup.)
Ameer Vann (Okay.)
Merlyn Wood (Okay…)
Dom McLennon… (Dom McLennon, okay.)
And my personal favorite. (Who’s that?)
Rodney Smoothback Tenor (Ooh, Rodney smooth as hell, let me tell y’all!)
God damn
Rodney smoother than some motherfucking butter on some toast, let me tell ya’ll, baby girl
Also, wait, there’s one more on the card!
Okay, we got, we got this boy… uh… ah… Bearface. (Bearface, yeah.)
Bearface, yes, that’s his name
I don’t think he’s from around here
He sounded like he was from Scotland
One of them niggas from the last Highlander movie
S… where the fuck is Scotland?
I don’t know man
What the fuck is a Scotland? (It’s somewhere near Greenland.)
Or Iceland
He… Yeah, he, he not from here y’all, he, he from the, ah… the eh, the, not the America. (Mm hmm.)
The other parts

BROCKHAMPTON – FIGHT lyrics

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
My male role models drug dealers and thugs
My father learned how to solve problems with guns
And when I grew up I learned what racism was
And what teaching it does, and like my teachers would say
“Little black boys have a place in the world
Like hanging from trees.”
Or dead in the street, like I seen on TV
All them boys they killed, they looked just like me
Not like Brandon or Chandler, but Malik and Kareem
I was born with a target, and it stuck to my skin
And I learned in social studies, I was one of them men
Who were locked in the chains, but not locked in the pen
But I’m bigger than that, I’m the beginning and end

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
I’m the sun and the moon
I’m the light and the dark, I am life in the tomb
I’m the pharaoh and slave, gentrifying my spirit
It’s like a knife in the womb, refuse to act like a parrot
Or to dance like a monkey, see your stance is apparent
That’s why I’m here for the money, don’t care to cater to merit
Y’all fetishizing my spirit, I see your culture’s dependent
On what you didn’t inherit, won’t let my world be attempted
I’m staying distant

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract, Merlyn Wood]
Who gonna be the reason why I get high?
Who gonna be the reason why I turn over?
Who gonna be the gunner that I don’t trust?
Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped?
Who gonna be the reason why I get high?
Who gonna be the reason why I turn over?
Who gonna be the gunner that I don’t trust?
Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped?
Who gonna be the reason why I get high? (Bloodsucka!)
Who gonna be the reason why I turn over? (Bloodsucka!)
Who gonna be the gunner that I don’t trust? (Bloodsucka!)
Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped? (Bloodsucka!)
Who gonna be the reason why I get high? (Bloodsucka!)
Who gonna be the reason why I turn over? (Bloodsucka!)
Who gonna be the gunner that I don’t trust? (Bloodsucka!)
Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped? (Bloodsucka!)

[Bridge: Kevin Abstract]
Bum, bum, beat ’em, I would never wanna be ’em
If I catch ’em slipping, they gon’ have to meet the eagle
Bum, bum, beat ’em, treat these niggas how I see ’em
I don’t need you either, send you right back where I seen ya
Bum, bum, beat ’em, I would never wanna be ’em
If I catch ’em slipping, they gon’ have to meet the eagle
Bum, bum, beat ’em, treat these niggas how I see ’em
I don’t need you either, send you right back where I seen ya

[Outro: Ameer Vann & Merlyn Wood]
In the game, in the game, in the game, in the game (bloodsucka!)
In the game, in the game, in the game, in the game (bloodsucka!)
Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running thangs (bloodsucka!)
Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running thangs
In the game, in the game, in the game, in the, in the
In the game, in the game, in the game, running thangs
Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running, run
Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running thangs

BROCKHAMPTON – FLIP MO lyrics

[Hook: Merlyn Wood]
Flip, flip mo nigga
Flip, flip phone
Flip, flip mo nigga
Flip, flip phone

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
I just dropped out
I got my liberty
Acting like hot celebrity
Actually, I’m a rapper
Please…
You a dropout?
No food in your mouth now
No weed in your mouth now
And no you in your mom’s house
(That don’t sound so bad now)
Cause you ain’t got no bed now
And all them niggas you banked on
Is backing out like a ringtone that’s
Pop, lock and dropping
So I had to take that
Pot and ziploc it

[Hook: Merlyn Wood]
Flip, flip mo nigga
Flip, flip phone
Flip, flip mo nigga
Flip, flip phone

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
I’m smoking blunts with Barack
Money inside of a sock
Stage diver holding my cock
You busy holding the block
And I’ve been refining my vision
You make the decision
We flexing in public, you love it
It’s bullshit around me
I’m living above it
We too busy getting these buckets, nigga
Higher than the summit for the nuggets, nigga
Work on the canvas like Samo
I’m off the chain like I’m Django
Never been one for the labels
What do you bring to the table?
Nigga, stop speaking in fables
I’m a young misfit looking for the quick flip
Left hook take you out of this district
Watch a nigga’s soul leave his existence
Hit a lick then I hop on my nimbus
Vicious

[Outro: Merlyn Wood]
Flip, flip mo nigga

BROCKHAMPTON – MICHIGAN lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Abstract]
Dun-dun-dun-dun
Dun-dun, dun-dun

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Let ’em in, kill ’em then
They proud of all my fuckin’ friends, missing me
I think I fell in love again in Michigan
(And the whip right there and it’s parked outside)
Let ’em in, kill ’em then
They proud of all my fuckin’ friends, missing me
I think I fell in love again in Michigan
(And the whip right there and it’s parked outside)

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Let us stay for more pain
Let us stay for more rain
Let us stay for more brain
Let us stay for more brain
Let us stay for more days
Let us stay for more pain
Let us pray for more rain
Let us pray for more rain

[Bridge: Kevin Abstract]
But who really knows, yeah? (let us stay for more pain)
But who really knows? (let us stay for more pain)

[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract + Ameer Vann]
Wild child
Been alone for a while now
If you gotta turn it down, down
Wild child
Been alone for a while now
If you gotta turn it down, down
(And the whip right there and it’s parked outside)

[Break: Kevin Abstract]
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

[Outro: Kevin Abstract]
I get, I get, I get
Let us stay for more brain
And I get, I get, I get
Let us pray for more rain
Let us stay for more pain
Let us stay for more brain
Let us stay for more rain
(I been waiting for you)
Let us stay for more days
Let us stay for more pain
Let us pray for more rain
(I’m always lookin’ for you)

BROCKHAMPTON – GAMBA lyrics

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
I don’t know why I wanna fuck with you
But all I know is that I really fuck with you
Really wish you didn’t like to fuck with me
Wish you took that energy and trusted me
I get so exhausted when you fuss with me
Cause all the time could be spent in love with me
I know I need it and you deserve it
You like to size me up and see if it’s all worth it
I don’t know where it is now but I’m searchin’
I think you want what I don’t ever want: be perfect
Cause I ain’t perfect, I just wanna be good to you
I would take my heart right out the hood for you
Wanna do the things I know I should for you
Standing by myself until I stood for you
If I knew this love, I woulda looked for you
But I’m glad you found me, I’m glad you found me

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip fall
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip fall
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip fall
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip
What you gonna do when you older?
What you gonna do when you grow?

[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
Split the diamond with us
Fuck taking the bus
I want a whip to call my own and a home to call my own
All 14-15 of my niggas
To figure, oooh, that’s a step-back
Oooh, my nigga, that’s a step-back
If I had to choose, I would not choose you
If I had to stop, I would turn around and choose glue
If I had to hit the breaks, I’ma stop right
If I had to choose, I’ma not choose you
If I had to turn around, I’ma turn into some glue
If I had to hit the breaks, I’ma stop right here, yeah

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip, fall
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip, fall
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip, fall
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip
What you gonna do when you older?
What you gonna do when you grow?

[Breakdown: Kevin Abstract]
You’re all I love, washing on my hands
You’re all I love, washing on my hands
You’re all I love, washing on my hands

[Bridge: Bearface]
Don’t waste your mind
I’ll be the one to settle
To do what I am
To say what I am
Don’t waste your mind
I’ll be the one to settle
To do what I am
To say what I am

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip, fall (you’re all I love)
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip (washing on my hands)
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip, fall (you’re all I love)
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip (washing on my hands)
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip, fall (you’re all I love)
Callin’, callin’, callin’, callin’, trip (washing on my hands)
What you gonna do when you older?
What you gonna do when you grow?

[Outro: JOBA]
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

BROCKHAMPTON – GUMMY lyrics

[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me llamo Roberto
Y acabamos de robar un banco

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
These niggas take me for granted, what would hap’ if I vanish?
Bet a hunnid they’d panic, my shooters only speak Spanish
Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard
I can’t drive it nowhere so I’ll let you niggas take off
Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot
I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off
That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup
My niggas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust
That nigga Kevin can’t rap, he too sappy with his shit
He don’t rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit
And he ’bout 20 and shit? When he let go of that shit?
He’ll prolly be a little colder, y’all agree with me? Shit
That nigga need to act his age, he ain’t acting like a grown up
Ain’t that boy from Texas? He ain’t acting like a soldier
Knew that boy in high school, man, that nigga wasn’t awkward
And I know his mama, man, that nigga just a liar

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
Keep ’em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

[Bridge: Merlyn Wood]
Cash don’t mean shit (shit), cried my last tears, bitch
Cashed my last check (check), cash don’t mean shit (shit)
Cash don’t mean shit (shit), cried my last tears, bitch
Cashed my last check (check), cash don’t mean shit (shit)

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
Call me king of the niggas, I need a crown made of thorns
God said, “Let there be light”, on the day I was born
Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage
I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain
I don’t trust no niggas, and I don’t trust no bitch
‘Cause people talk too much, I bought a black fo’-fifth
And a brand new clip, that’s my new best friend
‘Cause I’m a brand new nigga, in a brand new crib
I ain’t sellin’ no more, but got my hand in the zip
Whitey gave me the check, I ain’t ask for the fame
I used to deal with the grams, ’til they put the cam on my face
Now I’m evading the law, I’m on a high-speed chase
I’m in a big ass truck, I tell ’em get out the way
I gotta couple of warrants, so I’m leaving my state
Now I’m in Cali today, with the sun on my face
I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
How I’m gon’ move at your pace? I’m busy settin’ the tone
You think we runnin’ together? I’m in a lane of my own
Don’t got no friends in this game, it’s me and my brothers alone
They thinkin’ that we competing, that shit depletin’ my bones
I don’t need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras
I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I’m a martyr
They hate me when I’m myself, I can’t barter with that
You watch us charter these tracks, it’s sticking like tartar and plaque
I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
I need peace for my niggas, need darker skin for all my doctors
I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a nigga
In this world I can’t wander, no honor behind the trigger
I could get shot in my back and they’d tell the world that I fought ’em
“We ain’t taught ’em nothin’ new, but somehow they been gettin’ smarter”
That’s what they sayin’ in private, speaking from that entitlement
We still workin’ for titles and makin’ tidal environments

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
Keep ’em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
Keep ’em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

[Bridge: Matt Champion]
Fuck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine
I’m stuck on some bud I hit, underground, we can’t compete
Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down
Fuck, put the windows up, blowin’ past the exit now
Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
Me and all my boys jet, swerving like a doughnut
Off, off, off, off, swerving like a doughnut

[Outro: Kevin Abstract & JOBA]
Nigga, whaaaat?
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
Nigga, whaaaat?
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
Nigga, whaaaat?
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
Nigga, whaaaat? Y-yo

BROCKHAMPTON – HERO lyrics

[Verse 1: Rodney Tenor]
I’m sorta back
I’ll quarter back yo side chick
Hut hut one hike bitch
Don’t hide her I’ll find it
Hit it once then rewind it
Hit it twice then get blinded
We get blunted
I don’t trust em
And I don’t act like I love em
I finally finish, she finally famous
I finally did it I found me a stranger, I took her to dinner
And then I got in it I told her she ain’t shit and then she replaced me
With some other nigga, she told me she hate how I roll
Better than dragging this chick on the road
Better than taking this chick to my show
Get straight, keep pace or keep space from my face
No taste, a lot of ladies is 6th place, type to get misplaced drunk and throwed
Shawty was getting old, and she ain’t know that I was cold
And she always wanted more
Click clack boom bap goes the beat
When I can’t keep shawty on her feet

[Bridge: Joba]
No more tears
No more fears
No more years, to waste on thoughts unclear

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I don’t need you, I don’t need one, I need some more
Treat me so bad, fuck you so good, oh yeah that’s love
You need a hero, you need a hero baby
You need a hero, you need a hero baby
I don’t need you, I don’t need one, I need some more
Treat me so bad, fuck you so good, oh yeah that’s love
You need a hero, you need a hero baby
You need a hero, you need a hero baby

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
You can’t wait for love, that shit don’t last forever
I can’t wait for you, that shit don’t last forever
I know you well, know you better than yourself
Know your ins and outs and curves
You swerving straight into your house
You know my name
Say my name, touch yourself
We got issues
Know your frame, know your game
We got issues
Know I’m lame, know you same
We got issues
Keep it strange, no to blame
Fuck you and your shit
Swear you burn like matches tip
Swear you fucked like half these kids
How’d I love on such a bitch?
Shoulda fucked up on your cousin
She look good even with black eyes
Next time that you say you love me baby I’ll just ask why ya here

[Bridge: Joba]
No more tears
No more fears
No more years, to waste on thoughts unclear

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I don’t need you, I don’t need one, I need some more
Treat me so bad, fuck you so good, oh yeah that’s love
You need a hero, you need a hero baby
You need a hero, you need a hero baby
I don’t need you, I don’t need one, I need some more
Treat me so bad, fuck you so good, oh yeah that’s love
You need a hero, you need a hero baby
You need a hero, you need a hero baby

[Bridge: Kevin Abstract]
She put her whole spirit in it
She put her whole spirit in it
She run around and keep her whole spirit in it
She put her whole spirit in it
She turn around, she let the whole squad hit it
She let the whole squad hit it
She turn around, she let the whole squad hit it
She let the whole squad hit it
Ain’t that a bitch?
Face down that bitch
She turn around disrespect that bitch
Ain’t that a bitch?
Face down that bitch
She turn around disrespect that bitch

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I don’t need you, I don’t need one, I need some more
Treat me so bad, fuck you so good, oh yeah that’s love
You need a hero, you need a hero baby
You need a hero, you need a hero baby
I don’t need you, I don’t need one, I need some more
Treat me so bad, fuck you so good, oh yeah that’s love
You need a hero, you need a hero baby
You need a hero, you need a hero baby

[Outro: Kevin Abstract]
I don’t need you, you don’t need me, I need you more
Fuck me so good, treat me so bad, oh yeah that’s love, you need a
You need a hero
I don’t need you, you don’t need me, I need you more
Fuck me so good, treat me so bad, oh yeah that’s love, you need a
You need a hero
You need a hero

BROCKHAMPTON – HOME lyrics

[Verse 1: bearface]
Ooo, try to keep your cool
You got a grip, baby
But you just can’t seem to fall
You know what we are
Took for granted, fell, we catch ourselves
Don’t worry, baby girl
There’s no one in the world
But when you say I got a girl
Say it and I know it’s killin’ you, yeah
When I say you make my knees so weak
Then you know I’m missin’ you

[Hook: bearface]
Yeah, you know its alright
Do you know its alright?
‘Cause I’ve been thinkin’ about you all night girl
Yeah, you know its alright
Do you know its alright?
‘Cause I look at you, your mine girl

[Bridge: bearface]
Send me to California
I’m tryna get so lost
Not turnin’ up to a 9 to 5
Just wanna know why

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
No plate on a white Lexus
I blacked out on a random cliff
Summer nights, I saw things change
And you still not right to my tick
Pleasure, something
Deep inside my chest
Long nights, long drives
Change across my face
Cowboy, ride it
That’s my wild west
Come on babe, you can put it on us
Come on babe, you can put it on me

[Hook: bearface]
Yeah, you know its alright
Do you know its alright?
‘Cause I look at you, your mine girl
Yeah, you know its alright
Do you know its alright?
‘Cause I look at you, your mine girl

[Outro: bearface]
Yeah, you know its alright
Do you know its alright?
‘Cause I look at you, you’re mine girl
Yeah, you know its alright
Do you know its alright?
‘Cause I look at you, your mine girl

Yeah, you know its alright
Do you know its alright?
‘Cause I look at you, your mine girl
Yeah, you know its alright
Do you know its alright?
‘Cause I look at you, your mine girl

BROCKHAMPTON – HOTTIE lyrics

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Put the bag in the cup, add it up, add it up
Put my friends in the truck, add it up, add it up
If you think you know me now, that’s enough, that’s enough
If you think you know me now, that’s enough, that’s enough
Put the bag in the cup, add it up, add it up
Put my friends in the truck, add it up, add it up
If you think you know me now, that’s enough, that’s enough
If you think you know me now, that’s enough, that’s enough

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
They say “what you contribute to my consciousness?”
Voices feelin’ so ominous
I can’t place a pen for you, they mark it out as anonymous
I would shift the whole continent
If it helped you ’round with some confidence
Thinkin’ bout all the consequence
Gotta try to break, was monotonous

[Verse 2: Joba]
How could I be better?
I paid the price in full, just to clear the record
Rewound just to fast forward
On the eight track, I stole from my grandmama

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Catastrophic, where the stoppin’?
Man, I wish I had a rocket, wish I ain’t feel microscopic
Wish my thoughts was telepathic but instead I’m always babbling
Love rappin’ like it’s my girlfriend, every tour is like a catfish
Just kidding, I love you assholes

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Put the bag in the cup, add it up, add it up
Put my friends in the truck, add it up, add it up
If you think you know me now, that’s enough, that’s enough
If you think you know me now that’s enough, that’s enough

[Verse 4: Joba]
It’s hard to air out in deep water
You keep calling, I ignore it
Cleared my conscience in absurd ways
I do the things you hate, I’m changing every day

[Bridge: Joba & Matt Champion]
I just wanna know, know (I just wanna know where the party at)
I just wanna know, know (24/7 thinkin’ ’bout you)
I just wanna know, know (I just wanna know when we leavin’, boo)
I just wanna know, know (24/7 thinkin’ ’bout you)
I just wanna know, know (I just wanna know where the party at)
I just wanna know, know (24/7 thinkin’ ’bout you)
I just wanna know, know (I just wanna know when we leavin’, boo)
I just wanna know, know (24/7 thinkin’ ’bout you)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Put the bag in the cup, add it up, add it up
Put my friends in the truck, add it up, add it up
If you think you know me now, that’s enough, that’s enough
If you think you know me now, that’s enough, that’s enough
Put the bag in the cup, add it up, add it up
Put my friends in the truck, add it up, add it up
If you think you know me now, that’s enough, that’s enough
If you think you know me now, that’s enough, that’s enough

BROCKHAMPTON – INFATUATION lyrics

[Intro: Merlyn Wood]
You fired, you fired (for Joie!)
Shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy
Shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy
Shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy
Shawty shot me out the atmosphere, well this one year
I was flyin’ high in the pimp plane atmosphere
Shy, shawty, shawty shy, shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy
Shawty, shawty shy, shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy
Shawty, shawty shot me out the sky, well this one year
I was flyin’ high in the pimp plane atmosphere

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
If she could, she could see my final form
I could see you Majin Buu-in’ on my Dragon Balls
What you need a map and backpack just to find the one?
Dora, Dora, come home, you been searchin’ too long

[Verse 1: Rodney Tenor]
Shit, high-waist jeans with a kid
Shorty always flexin’ on the ‘gram
Tight, tight jeans with a rack make me go on a rant
Shawty, but your attitude rank
Drunk at the club with your girls only here for the drinks
Untouchable data, unmeasurable playa’
God, the moderator, I ain’t sayin’, I’m hittin’
I’m was just wondering if I could call at your number
If I was ever in trouble, if I could take you home
I ain’t a doper, you ain’t a smoker
I’m hopin’ to get to know you, I wonder if I could get you gone, girl
I was lookin’ for ride-or-dies
And there you came through with your false disguise, yeah, yeah
I ain’t fuckin’ around no more
Don’t hear me, all she hear was sha-la-la-la

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
If she could, she could see my final form
I could see you Majin Buu-in’ on my Dragon Balls
What you need a map and backpack just to find the one?
Dora, Dora, come home, you been searchin’ too long

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
We all gonna die one day, man ain’t that crazy? (that cray)
She said thats an odd way convince me to be your lady
That be why you bae, but you is not my baby
I met these three black girls: Ocian, Jurnee, and Mercedes
One’s a queen, one’s narcoleptic, and one is crazy
Pickin’ one lover’s just like pickin’ one daisy
I need at least a dozen in my DM’s on the daily
Why get your nose stuck in one when you can sniff the bouquet?

[Outro: Joba]
La, la, la, la, ooo-la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, ooo-la, la, la, la-ah
La, la, la, la, ooo-la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, ooo-la, la, la, la-ah
La, la, la, la, (baba-bum-bum) ooo-la, la, la, la (bad-a-bum-bum)
La, la, la, la, (baba-bum-bum) ooo-la, la, la, la (bad-a-bum-bum)
La, la, la, la, (ba-ba) ooo-la, la, la, la (ba-ba, ba-ba)

BROCKHAMPTON – JELLO lyrics

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Hi, I live a wonderful life
Should’ve died twice, wonder who on my side
Life always better keepin’ two on the side
Need no music when my niggas arrive
We in Van Nuys, black van with some white guys
Keep your hand out, waiting for the appropriate time
They ask a question like
“Could you perform at my best friend’s birthday party?
With your friends and go crazy, just bring the shotty
Bring the loud one with the blonde hair.”
Making out with Zayn in a lawn chair
They kicked me out but I belong here
Hear these songs nigga, see this long hair, see these videos
Direct these hoes with no budgets though
How the fuck did I land a fucking TV show?
Met all my friends through Kanye West and I ain’t met him yet

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
Just shaved down to the baby face
Clothes on me, guess it’s Holiday
Fried, no sides at the restaurant
My sleep schedule like the power here, it’s never on
Feeling like the past year a whole escapade (uh-oh)
Four cars, need a motherfucking Escalade
Pack it up like a clown car (honk, honk)
Bet you know my name from here to Hong Kong, bet I get along
Make some commas, karma, come on, watch ’em sing along
Ayy, err, err, butter knife like dancing on a knuckle
In the thunder car, rocked up in the Lumma
Incidental, I be better by the summer
I be better by the winter, I be hoppin’ in the rental
Maybe Tesla for all my missus sitting in the Volvo
Damn, shoot ’em down like, hmmm, sorry, do it all here

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down

[Verse 3: Ameer Vann]
I’m moonwalking on the sun hot
I used to live where the guns popped
Made some records then we moved out
Turned rap into the new pop
Bandana, I’m the new Pac
I been blowing up, I can’t stop
They need my niggas in the White House
I do business with the white folks
Bring that money back to black folks
Flip it, stimulate the cash flow
Economic, but I speak ebonics
L.A. turned me to an asshole
I been shopping down on Melrose
Still a nigga but I’m livin’ different
I been looking at the bigger picture
So I don’t hear ’em when they talking to me

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
I just want a friend to fall in love with
Maybe someone I can binge drugs with
Living like a prince but I’m dove-less
Playin’ my emotions, you a dumb bitch
Everybody talking on some gun shit
They don’t even know where to bust it
Cry nigga, gotta fuckin’ kick back
Gotta leave those soft niggas at the kickback
Splittin’ all my problems like a Kit-Kat
I finessed the night that we slipped up
I could let you know where I’m next at
Tell my baby girl where the brakes at
You know I got number one pick stats
Catch me on the field, it’s a mismatch
More like an eclipse, she couldn’t miss that
Putting my appearance where my chips at

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down

[Outro: JOBA]
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
(La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla)
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
(La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla)
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
(La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla)

BROCKHAMPTON – JESUS lyrics

[Verse: Kevin Abstract]
I felt awesome when you walked in
You caught me doin’ something that I should’ve never been caught with
I played the forest, my far trip
I tripped and I fell, still think I’m living in Austin
Remember when I was trippin’ off some wack shit
When I thought the automatic had an answer?
When I was jammin’ out Beyonce like Sampha
And you broke up with me cause I’m a Cancer?
Our relationship was toxic, cancer
I fell in love with a dancer in Atlanta
I’m lying, I ain’t a Drake-ass nigga
I’m more like Troye Sivan
With a whole lotta melanin
Sendin’ bombs to your lawn
Grew up on Rockafella, so I’ma get a chain
And sing every song in the vain of your name
And this’ll…

[Outro: Bearface]
Be there when they call me up
Save me wishin’ for you, I’m missing you too
Miss the way we talk, miss the way we stop
Miss the way we talk, ooh
Be there when they call me up
Save me wishin’ for you, I’m missing you too
Miss the way we talk, miss the way we stop
Miss the way we talk, ooh

BROCKHAMPTON – JOHNNY lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Abstract]
When I imagine myself on acid
I take step backwards and find those to lap itself
Even dance a pound around my silent thoughts who had the crown
Don’t-don’t-don’t-don’t let life pass yourself
When I imagine myself on acid
I take step backwards and find those to lap itself
Even dance a pound around my silent thoughts who had the crown
Don’t-don’t-don’t-don’t let life pass yourself

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
I could’ve got a job at McDonald’s, but I like curly fries
That’s a metaphor for my life, and I like taller guys
Could’ve got a deal if I wanted, but I like owning shit
And I like making shit, and I like selling it

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
Could’ve peaked when I was in high school, but I had bigger plans
Could’ve took the time out to find you, but you ain’t understand
You don’t gotta leave for them to define you, cause what would you demand?
When everybody out to define you, without a circumstance

[Verse 3: Kevin Abstract]
Anybody got Harry Styles’ phone number?
Okay, I called him and they said I got the wrong number
I was trying to be Pac when I was younger, dreaming of better days
I don’t see my mom no more, remind me of bad weather days

[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]
If you got a problem with me, try some other guy
I let you know I’m a dog, I ate the cat alive
But really though, I’m alone cause I don’t stick around
And yes, I know it’s my fault, so put your finger down

[Verse 5: Matt Champion]
I would keep this shit pent up if it weren’t for my mom
If it weren’t for Dijon, yeah, I don’t like to lie
Guess it sounds out the month
Should’ve opened up my mouth more, show ’em what my fist for
Let ’em get a fistful, caught up in the lust, man
Bred from the legs of straight killers on best end
Black eyes, bloody sheets, damn, where yo’ feet stand?
We should get a new plan, maybe some more fans

[Bridge: Kevin Abstract]
I love it when the people go wild for me
I love it when the people go wild for me
I love it when the people go wild for me
Keep it wild for me, wild, wild for me
I love it when the people go wild for me
I love it when the people go wild for me
I love it when the people go wild for me
Keep it wild for me, wild, wild for me

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Baby, I been trippin’ off ’em, tie me up and send ’em off
And I been on mission for it, I just want my own apartment
I just want a space with my old best friend
Lock me in your cellular, won’t elevate again
Baby, I been trippin’ off ’em, tie me up and send ’em off
And I been on mission for it, I just want my own apartment
I just want a space with my old best friend
Lock me in your cellular, won’t elevate again

[Verse 6: Joba]
I’m a shithead son
And I’m bad at growing up
I’m a shithead son
And I’m bad at growing up
My life ain’t been the same, since my dog died, since my girl left
I quit drinking and drugging and still can’t get ahead
Been at a loss for words
It seems I’m destined to fall apart when I’m depressed
It’s all a test, scream at God from my bedside
I glue my hands together, life’s got me hog-tied
There’s no applause in the game of life, I just bought a car
And a new house, here’s the cost to prove it
I spin a little wheel when I’m feelin’ moody
And that’s like all the time, try not to mind the clock
Because my heart is ticking, I smoke a pack a day
And I wish I didn’t, having some trouble quittin’
I have a couple vices, we had that show on Viceland
I was hardly in it, most the time I’m hidden
Anxious, impatient and always wanting something different
I hate the way I’m feeling, I’m sick of chasing feelings

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Baby, I been trippin’ off ’em, tie me up and send ’em off
And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment
I just want a space with my old best friend
Lock me in your cellular, won’t elevate again
Baby, I been trippin’ off ’em, tie me up and send ’em off
And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment
I just want a space with my old best friend
Lock me in your cellular, won’t elevate again

BROCKHAMPTON – JUNKY lyrics

[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me Ilamo Roberto, y estamos buscando a Jaden Smith

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
I spit my heart out, lookin’ out for my best interests
He gave me good head, peepin’ out while the windows tinted
I speak in tongues and I arrive without a damn mention
It’s kinda sick and I was born in 1996 and
1999 the only year that I remember
I slip through the cracks without havin’ a damn temper
I bleach my hair because these bitches all about they bitchin’
I say shit when I rap and y’all niggas barely listen
I do the most for the culture, nigga, by just existing
Delete my tweets ’cause I’m ashamed of being a fuckin’ Simpson
I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain’t listen?
I signed a pub deal and her opinion fuckin’ disappearin’
I’m payin’ bills for my sister and tryna fund her business
Is it homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas?
You know like closet niggas, masc-type
Why don’t you take that mask off? That’s the thought I had last night
“Why you always rap about bein’ gay?”
‘Cause not enough niggas rap and be gay
Where I come from, niggas get called “faggot” and killed
So I’ma get head from a nigga right here
And they can come and cut my hand off and, and my legs off and
And I’ma still be a boss ’til my head gone, yeah

[Bridge: Ameer Vann]
Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas down
Twistin’ on that syrup ‘til I hear crackin’ sounds
Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas down
Twistin’ on that syrup ‘til I hear crackin’ sounds
Break, break, break the steel, hold my niggas down
Twistin’ on that syrup ‘til I hear crack, crack, crack
Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas down
Twistin’ on that syrup ‘til I hear crack

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause they don’t deserve it
Niggas run in your house, they know you doin’ dirty (go ‘head now)
I got my hand on an ounce, so now I got money servin’
I just bought me a fifth and now I’m speedin’, swervin’ (go ‘head now)
I took an eighth of them shrooms and now I’m hearin’ voices
I took like two of them pills, I can’t remember nothing (go ‘head now)
I ain’t under control, I’m losin’ motor function
I need an intervention, I need an exorcism
I need a therapist, paranoia and drug addiction
It’s very scary, my momma don’t even recognize me
I’m goin’ crazy, don’t need nobody to say they love me
My acts of desperation, I’m on an empty stomach
So fuck the consequences, I ain’t runnin’ from them

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Feelin’ like a goner, put my life in locker
Hotbox in the Hummer, (Merlyn, Merlyn!) hot bars in the summer
If I had the option, I would do it all again
If I had the option, I would do it all again
I just wanna feel like I did the right program
I just want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (again)
When I cut that feel, I do nothing but diplomas
Love is knowin’ that you didn’t do it by your lonesome
So I forgive my mommy, daddy, auntie and my uncles
For guilt-tripping feelings whenever they call my number
They see men dream, they see men fallin’
But when I dream, I’m smashing on a lana

[Bridge: Matt Champion & Joba]
Both pessimistic, drug addicted, caught in our feelings
We spit venom then stare at the ceiling wondering why
My mom’s no alcoholic, she just wanna drown her sorrows
Love her to death and soon enough I’ll give back all I borrowed
Both so submissive, take turns dominating, the light has been faded
This hate-fueled love, we don’t fake it, no givin’, just takin’
I took some steps to be a bigger person
I should’ve thrown ya off the highway to cars swerving

[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
Ain’t no burden, ain’t no sermon, ain’t no motherfuckin’ plaque
I hate these hospitals and police and the smell of death, all that
I hate these shady folk that want a ladylike
But don’t treat lady right, but they be sayin’ like “just the tip”
And, yeah, you mad ’cause she ain’t fuck, mad ’cause she ain’t suck
Beat your ass before you got time to say “why not?”
Here to catch ya slip up, wish you could just rewind
Time to not fuck up, thought you were just lucked up
Where the respect? Is your ass human?
I look you in your eyes, say “fuck you, are you fuckin’ stupid?”
Respect my mother, ‘spect my sister, ‘spect these women, boy
I get my 9-9, I don’t own one, hit the store to blow your brains off
Better hope my aim off, better hope the range off
Better hope my tame off before I blow your brains off, boy

[Outro: Dom McLennon]
Uh, no hands with the stunts
Jump off the roof like I do what I want
All of my life in my past wanna haunt
And my sight of the future beginning to taunt my ambition
Man on the moon, I’m marooned, I ain’t trippin’
I’m on a mission
Every time that I speak they ain’t skippin’
Turned my inspiration to a vision, that’s a given, no slippin’

BROCKHAMPTON – LIQUID lyrics

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
I grew up all alone, my mom and dad fighting
I moved around a lot, I did a lot of fighting
I met my friend Ian, I seen a lot of cyphers
I did a lot of writing—

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon & Kevin Abstract]
Watch my uncles duck indictments
I’m used to ramen noodles, victims of mental illness
Products of neighborhoods with broken souls and wounded spirits
Don’t judge me by appearance (I moved to California)
Started getting paid (nigga, you broke) shit’s already boring

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Dashin’ to the money like a hyphen
Fuck a pipe dream man, had this shit when I was in my diapers
Burnin’ through my diapers, hot shit
It was hot shit, back when niggas looking for the Loch Ness

[Verse 4: Matt Champion & Dom McLennon]
Stuck ’round dip spittin’ assholes, make they mamas bashful
Got holes in my pockets so my shoes full of cash though
Cigar, Fidel Castro, car full of Castrol
See the sunset when I backstroke, can’t swim but I could act though

[Outro: Kevin Abstract]
I was playing rock paper scissors with imaginary friends
Imagine having no friends, ay
I was playing rock paper scissors with imaginary friends, ay
Imagine having no friends man
I was playing rock paper scissors with imaginary friends
Imagine having no friends man… ay
Imagine having no friends man