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Slaughterhouse – Chopping Block

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9”]
Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Come out that house, back to yo mom and yo papa spot
Back to the county, back to three hots in a hostel cot
Come out the colossal rocks back to your fossil watch
My life is foul sometimes I wish I could write this down
To keep your wife from screaming out Jesus Christ she can bite the towel
She receiving pipe from the nicest, my mic is Riker’s Isle
My mind deep as minin’ for diamonds, I raise MacGyver brow
I’m five minutes from perfect timing I’m like the price is down
A highroller, Cairo’ed like I’m Chyna and Tyga child
Mighta fucked one of you silver medalists wifey but
I can’t fight you cause, you might adjust my Midas touch
I can’t believe I just sat back and told that lie
I put this Tec back and give you a gold black eye, blaow
If I give a nigga a shiner consider the shit designer
I slaughter militant rhymers, hold up
My nigga Nottz on the beat
Somethin’ sneakerheads usually leave in the box on the feet, hold up
That’s right, rappers back on the chopping block
Either fact is a Papa Doc’s, back to your proper spot
We are not friends, we just connected dot to dot
Stomp you till you feel like you living in Waka Flocka’s sock
I could box, that’s why niggas opt to not
Money wide in my pocket mocking that awesome rock [?]
I philosophize, social stylist, them shits so timeless
This should be fossilized
Y’all just lie, y’all just falsify, y’all should be ostracized
Y’all should not be allowed to run alongside my whip with the ostrich eye
Come out your house without your pride
A coward dies a thousand deaths, tells a thousand lies
You see them lames? Tell ’em that I’m contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I’ll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you and your bodyguard looking like lasagna and cottage fries
Retire or apologize, or die, you looking right in the fire
Tryna be hot as me or tryna see eye to eye
Obviously, honesty’s not your policy

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
I’m two seconds from smacking somebody face hard as hell
And I know that he listening
But the way shorty neck is positioning
While she spitting in the hole of my dick
Makes that other pussy not worth it
I put my foot in yo’ ass with all my old verses
Its like my sole purpose is giving my soul’s purpose
I don’t start but I finish you with a earth nap
E’rbody I turned into ashes, believe they earned that
Skip rap, let’s talk real people
To this day I die laughing with niggas who really kill people
Mask, gloves, and empties that would conceal diesel
Black snub that empty until they seal-freeze you
Dice game with the re-up
In lobbies where they never mopped the pee up
Turn that M.O.P. up
Every night mom’s praying that they ain’t mopping me up
I’m up top getting mop from Mia, mama mia
Now as far as the bars varying, I’m barbarian
He-Man, Hanna-Barbera action figure
Arms stiffer than Shawn Marion when he ball-carrying
Oh man, we in slaughter mode, Paul Rosenberg, pallbearers and Em
Who’d be left if the social media era died?
Shit, I blew checks before I was verified
I know the Dre that did beef before the Dre that did beats
Bloggers’ll beat on my meat if Detox leak

[Verse 3: KXNG CROOKED]
Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Kill ’em before they body rot
I use they bodyparts to paint a Basquiat
Really I’m saving you, your label’s raping you
Transforming your anus like an Autobot
Assfucking a Cosmonaut
You prolly like it but keeping it lowkey, bottom lock
You hit rock bottom and go get your bottom rocked
I’m just tryna stop you like my father was tryna stop me
Then his condom popped
Crooked was born to defeat the odds a lot
I really don’t understand why these imposters are popular
I’m confused like seeing my Jewish homie rocking a swastika
During Hanukkah ‘stead of rocking his Yamaka
While Stevie Wonder gawking at Rihanna’s exotic, erotic body through the wrong side of some top dollar binoculars
It’s obvious, somebody gotta be mocking us
None given, I’m out of fucks, uh
I been on another level since I came into the industry
Still the illest spitting, getting rid of powder puffs
You coward are out of luck, you Howards know how to duck
40 caliber loud as fuck, for now it’s tucked
What? Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Give this bitch the biz, Markie, I beatbox a lot
She just want a confidant, her man want a problem? Stop
His days’ll be numbered like a calendar, that’s the caveat
Any given Thursday you gon’ get with the church play
Holy organs, I mean it in the worst way
With the llama I’m a farmer, I’m outstanding in my field
My skill is a dead giveaway if you will, now that’s wordplay
I’m from the era of gang culture and crack smoke
I rap dope ’cause that was an escape for poor black folk
2Pac told us all America eats is babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins popping out of her neck, she give me mad throat
She a head doctor minus the lab coat
And when it come to being an incredible spitter, my nigga
I’m Eminem’s negative picture, black GOAT
I’m nice, cuz

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
Yeah, rap niggas back on the chopping block
Same goal when niggas was bumping Scott LaRock
Same goal though niggas swear you shocking, jock
Screaming "What’s popping Ak’?" Red bean, cocking shots
With that said, no proceeding, gimme lethal
And it could be onsight before a nigga even see you
That’s ride by, dash off and we laugh
I changed up for the future, my mask was off in the past
I heard your album, all sound like filler to me
That’s why I’m asking how they iller than me?
It’s getting hot, you can feel the degrees
I been as real as could be
Different me, same song, Bryson Tiller agrees
Who you know is an uncharted team parted with lean
And hit parks and bargain a dream and step to the Carter regime
And wash Carhartt jeans, hard as it seem
Was all part of going bored to some bars to barking
Beg for your pardoning, your bothersome bar schemes
Matter fact, who the fuck you know is harder than him?
Say the gang broke up, shit, it wasn’t the gang
Fuck a verse, when it’s family it just run in your veins
Joey

DJ E-FEEZY – Baby (feat. Tory Lanez)

[Intro: DJ E Feezy & Tory Lanez]
You know we had to do another one, right
Heavier the DJ E Feezy
It’s gon’ be your favourite song
You know we gotta keep it smooth and sexy for the ladies
Trust me, we got more on the way
Promise me, want make this song
Tory, talk to ’em

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Soon as we pulled up, she put purple in the cup
Rolled five in the joint, I was tryna say wassup
All my niggas in the VIP, we ain’t even need ID
Feelin’ like I’m B.I.G., yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
When there’s liquor in my cup, doe
I don’t give a fuck, doe
When I leave the club, doe
Knocking at your front door
Don’t know what it is doe
You know what it was doe
I’m still tryna fuck doe
I’m still tryna fuck someone

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I’ll be the one to
Get you late at night, in your freaky body, baby
I want your freaky body, baby
Ohh, and your friend too
She lookin’ like somebody, baby
Wanna have a party, baby
Me, you and her can have a party, baby

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
So I hit the plug up and my nigga for the zip
I’m already on the drank, I don’t need to buy the zip
Altogether, it’s like three of us, so I might have a threesome
And I’ll just tell ’em keep fucking, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
When there’s liquor in my cup, doe
I don’t give a fuck, doe
When I leave the club, doe
Knocking at your front door
Don’t know what it is doe
You know what it was doe
I’m still tryna fuck doe
I’m still tryna fuck someone

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I’ll be the one to
Get you late at night, in your freaky body, baby
I want your freaky body, baby
Ohh, and your friend too
She lookin’ like somebody, baby
Wanna have a party, baby
Me, you and her can have a party, baby

ASAP Ferg – Tango (feat. Kanobby)

[Intro: Kanobby & A$AP Ferg]
Makin’ money for the long term
Off these words
Yeah, yeah give me one more, one more
We’re gettin’ more and gettin’ more
We gotta get more, yeah
Make a dollar outta these words
And I’m just tryna find the real words
So I try to find an angle
So I try to find another angle
So we can tango
So I try to find another angle
So I try to find another angle
So we can tango with these words
These words
Yeah, real life
Ain’t nothing like real life events
Now talk to ’em, yeah

[Verse: A$AP Ferg]
Just found out my daddy died for the wrong reasons
Wasn’t the the kidney that took him, it was the bad treatment
Ain’t go to court because my heart was still bleedin’
Family grievin’, no money could fix the pain that we feelin’
Lil’ nice, done leveled up, you wouldn’t believe it
And my momma always reflect when I was younger teethin’
Now it’s gold grills glisten every time the teeth in
And all my idols listen every time I’m speakin’
Timbaland and Missy lose it when I load the beat it
My life a party, everyday is a weekend
I swear my whole life changed last weekend
But this game strange it’ll throw you off the deep end
Speak to Yams’ mom on the daily, beautiful lady
Feelin’ of her losing her baby drivin’ her crazy
She say that I remind her of her son
She make arroz con pollo and cook every time I come
I get the ‘itus, she tell me to go sleep in his bed
And maybe some of Yams’ visions come to your head
Life’s a dream, momma knew that I was somethin’ special
Never settled, tunnel vision, pedal to the metal
Momma in first class, she actin’ all boujetto
Now it’s PBS specials, thought I was too ghetto
Singin’ Christmas carols with Miss Universes
She slide me her number, you know Fergie gon’ put the work in
Real life, I be livin’ out my verses
Reflect, when Dove ran out, I used detergent
The one you clean dishes with
And now we at award shows all gettin’ lit now

[Chorus: Kanobby]
Sometimes I like to tango
Tango all around these words
Dance all around these words
If I don’t speak it might get worse
If I don’t speak it might get worse
Sometimes I like to tango
Tango all around these words
If I don’t speak it might get worse
I’ma dance all around these words
If I don’t speak it might get worse
Sometimes I like to tango

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Sometimes I like to tango dancin’ with these words
But I can’t accept my thoughts so it’s gettin’ worse
I gotta let it out or my brain’ll burst
I’m busy tourin’ so I can’t go to church
The only option is put it in the verse
Express it to my fans so they be alert
Yeah Fergie put in work, Fergie put in work
I wonder if I gave it up, would I miss the perks?
Would I miss the groupie hoes with the short skirts?
Would I miss these rapper niggas? Nah they all jerks
Some I came up with, no desire to speak to
Fake hugs and love every time when they see you
They scream "R.I.P. Yams" and that’s just to please you
But his mom know what it is, just know that we see you
I got the heart of a lion and the eye of a eagle
I gotta speak the real, it ain’t no time to tango

[Chorus: Kanobby]
Sometimes I like to tango
Tango all around these words
Dance all around these words
If I don’t speak it might get worse
If I don’t speak it might get worse
Sometimes I like to tango
Tango all around these words
If I don’t speak it might get worse
I’ma dance all around these words
If I don’t speak it might get worse
Sometimes I like to tango

AJR – The Good Part (The Click Album)

One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
Have I done my best here, or
Will I be here next year, or
Are these my best years yet?
Was looking forward to
Being important but
I’m not important yet
If you put this scene on a movie screen
Is it called a helping hand?
If the world gets me
Where I’m supposed to be
Will I know I’ve made it then?
It’s so hard
Can we skip to the good part?
One two three four
One two three four
If there’s a good part then
I hope it’s not far ’cause
I though it’d be today
I napped on campus and
I smoked that damn six bud
It didn’t feel so great
If you put this scene on a movie screen
Is it called a helping hand?
If the world gets me
Where I’m supposed to be
Will I know I’ve made it then?
It’s so hard
So can we skip to the good part?
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
These things take time
Mom and dad they have a good life
But what am I gonna do with mine?
These things take time
Mom and dad they have a good life
But what the hell am I gonna do with mine?

AJR – Weak (The Click Album)

"No thank you" is what I should’ve said, I should be in bed
But temptations of trouble on my tongue, troubles yet to come
One sip, bad for me
One hit, bad for me
One kiss, bad for me
But I give in so easily
And no thank you is how it should’ve gone
I should stay strong
But I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that
I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that
I’m weak
But I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that
(Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that)
No thank you
They call me after dark, I don’t want no part
My habits, they hold me like a grudge
I promise I won’t budge
One sip, bad for me
One hit, bad for me
One kiss, bad for me
But I give in so easily
And no thank you is how it should’ve gone
I should stay strong
But I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that
I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that
I’m weak
But I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that
We, we fall for that
Wake up, we fall again
We, we fall for that
Can’t wait to fall again
One sip, bad for me
One hit, bad for me
One kiss, bad for me
But I give in so easily
And no thank you is how it should’ve gone
I should stay strong
But I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love ys when I fall for that
I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that
I’m weak
Go!
But I’m weak, and what’s wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love ya when I fall for that

AJR – Sober Up (feat. Rivers Cuomo) (The Click Album)

Hello, hello
I’m not where I’m supposed to be
I hope that you’re missing me
‘Cause it makes me feel young
Hello, hello
Last time that I saw your face
Was recess in second grade
And it made me feel young
Won’t you help me sober up
Growing up it made me numb
And I want to feel something again
Won’t you help me sober up
All the big kids they are drunk
And I want to feel something again
Won’t you help me feel something again
How’s it go again?
Goodbye, goodbye
I said to my bestest buds
We said that we’d keep in touch
And we did our best
All my new friends
We smiled at party time
But soon we forgot to smile
At anything else
Won’t you help me sober up
Growing up it made me numb
And I want to feel something again
Won’t you help me sober up
All the big kids they are drunk
And I want to feel something again
Won’t you help me feel something again
How’s it go again?
How’s it go again?
My favorite color is you
You’re vibrating out my frequency
My favorite color is you
You keep me young and that’s how I wanna be
My favorite color is you
You’re vibrating out my frequency
My favorite color is you
You keep me young and that’s how I wanna be
Hello, hello
I’m not where I’m supposed to be
I hope that you’re missing me
‘Cause it makes me feel young
Hello, hello
Last time that I saw your face
Was recess in second grade
And it made me feel young
And I wanna feel something again
I just wanna feel something again
How’s it go again?
Won’t you help me sober up
Growing up it made me numb
And I want to feel something again
Won’t you help me sober up
All the big kids they are drunk
And I want to feel something again
Won’t you help me feel something again?
Can I finally feel something again?
How’s it go again?

AJR – Drama (The Click Album)

When did all my friends become so loud?
We act like reality shows
Probably because reality blows
When did all my friends become so loud?
We traded our boring lives
For MTV story lines
Why?
Recently he said, that she said, that we said some shit that you wouldn’t believe
Recently he said that she said that we said that he said some shit about me
So we’re caught up in drama (Everybody’s talking, Everybody’s talking)
We’re caught up in problems (Everybody’s talking, Everybody’s talking)
Hold up, hold up
Can we make it stop?
Hold up, hold up
But I’m so caught up in drama
Everybody’s talking
Everybody’s talking now
When did our problems get so small?
We break up with lovers and friends
Make love to the rumours instead
Maybe we’re addicted to it all
The drama is dangerous
But its so exciting to us
Recently he said, that she said, that we said some shit that you wouldn’t believe
Recently he said that she said that we said that he said some shit about me
So we’re caught up in drama (Everybody’s talking, Everybody’s talking)
We’re caught up in problems (Everybody’s talking, Everybody’s talking)
Hold up, hold up
Can we make it stop
Hold up, hold up
But I’m so caught up in drama
Everybody’s talking
Everybody’s talking now
When did my friends get so loud?
When did my friends get so loud?
When did my friends get so loud?
Oh when did my friends get loud?
Recently he said, that she said, that we said some shit that you wouldn’t believe
Recently he said that she said that we said that he said some shit about me
So we’re caught up in drama (Everybody’s talking, Everybody’s talking)
We’re caught up in problems (Everybody’s talking, Everybody’s talking)
Hold up, hold up
Can we make it stop?
Hold up, hold up
But I’m so caught up in drama
Everybody’s talking
Everybody’s talking now

AJR – Turning Out (The Click Album)

I hold you
I hold you closer then I ever knew
I could do
But I’m confused
I thought I’d recognize when love was true
But I’m confused
Am I ready for love?
Or maybe just a best friend
Should there be a difference
Do you have instructions?
Maybe I’m stuck on what I see on TV
I grew up on Disney
But this don’t feel like Disney
You say I turned out fine
I think I’m still turning out
You say I turned out fine
I think I’m still turning out
I think I’m still turning out
In my mind
I thought the birds would sing and sparks would fly
But it’s just quiet
Am I cruel?
Or am I ignorant or was I fooled
By the stories I knew?
Am I ready for love?
Or maybe just a best friend
Should there be a difference
Do you have instructions?
Maybe I’m stuck on what I see on TV
I grew up on Disney
But this don’t feel like Disney
You say I turned out fine
I think I’m still turning out
You say I turned out fine
I think I’m still turning out
I hope you stick around
We’re gonna figure it out
Who can I turn to now?
When I’m still turning out
When I’m still turning out
I’m a little kid, and so are you
Don’t you go and grow up before I do
I’m a little kid with so much doubt
Do you want to be there to see how I turn out?
I’m a little kid, and so are you
Don’t you go and grow up before I do
I’m a little kid with so much doubt
Do you want to be there to see how I turn out?
I’m a little kid, and so are you
Don’t you go and grow up before I do
I’m a little kid with so much doubt
Do you want to be there to see how I turn out?
I’m a little kid, and so are you
Don’t you go and grow up before I do
I’m a little kid with so much doubt
Do you want to be there to see how I turn out?
‘Cause I’m still turning out

AJR – No Grass Today (The Click Album)

I didn’t smoke no grass today
But that’s ’cause I’m the one on stage
So, who am I to take away what makes you feel this great?
I didn’t smoke no grass today
But that’s because I love to play
So, who am I to take away what makes you feel this great?
Does the grass look greener on my side of the speakers?
I tried a couple weekends, but that green’s not for me
I thought I’d get clever
Make my lyrics come out better
But at 7/11’s where you would find me
Don’t wanna get paranoid
Just wanna be makin’ noise
You wanna hit? It’s your choice
But please enjoy the show
I didn’t smoke no grass today
But that’s ’cause I’m the one on stage
So, who am I to take away what makes you feel this great?
I didn’t smoke no grass today
But that’s because I love to play
So, who am I to take away what makes you feel this great?
Last night at the concert
The audience it flickers
They’re lighting up like Christmas ’til that green’s not for me
On corners people cursing
To legalize their burning
But that ain’t no concern of mine
I keep doing me
Don’t wanna get paranoid
Just wanna be making noise
You wanna hit? It’s your choice
But please enjoy the show
I didn’t smoke no grass today
But that’s ’cause I’m the one on stage
So, who am I to take away what makes you feel this great?
I didn’t smoke no grass today
But that’s because I love to play
So, who am I to take away what makes you feel this great?
I’m not narcissistic
I’m just high off the music
And I don’t wanna miss it
But I wouldn’t stop you
I’m not narcissistic
You light up if you like it
And though I may not like it
You just keep doing you
You just keep doing you
Keep, keep doing
Keep doing me
Keep doing, keep doing me
Keep, keep doing
Keep doing me
Keep doing, keep doing me
Keep, keep doing
Keep doing me
Keep doing, keep doing me
I didn’t smoke no grass today
But that’s ’cause I’m the one on stage
So, who am I to take away what makes you feel this great?
I didn’t smoke no grass today
But that’s because I love to play
So, who am I to take away what makes you feel this great?

AJR – Three-Thirty (The Click Album)

Never spoken with my mouth full
Yeah that’s a mouthful and I’m doubtful
That I could get these lyrics out, oh
‘Cause I think fast but I sing slow
If I ever started rapping
They’d be laughing, they won’t believe me
But I got so much I wanna say, so
I’m thinking rappers, they got it easy
Someone told me to be selfless
But we are helpless without attention
So if no one’s paying attention
Then does my voice get to your headphones
You start thinking about the clock ticks
You get nervous, you start stressing
So how am I supposed to fit this
In three minutes and thirty seconds
Listen to my aching heart
Quick, before you skip the song
We are human after all
And we don’t stay for long
Someone told me to be selfless
But we are helpless without attention
Wealthy people learned their lesson
And never donate without the press there
You wanna skip it if it’s wordy
But fit the whole song in three-thirty
I thought I had the ADHD
But that’s a real thing and I’m just lazy
Listen to my aching heart
Quick, before you skip the song
We are human after all
And we don’t stay for long
We are human after all
And we don’t stay for long
Listen to my aching heart
Will you keep this record on
If Ed Sheeran writes my song
I’ll finally top the charts
If Ed Sheeran writes my song
I’ll finally top the charts

AJR – Call My Dad (The Click Album)

Oh my God, what’s going on?
This night got fuckin’ weird
Drove so fast my brain got buzzed
And now I’m standin’ here
Met so many faces that
Will probably forget me
Boy, I bet I look so grown up
Shirt tucked in my jeans
And now after it all, I just really wanna call
My dad, my dad
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
No, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
We went dancing on the roof
And took some girls uptown
They started fighting with my friend
And I can’t find him now
Hit some bars, and saw some brawls
And found a house to sleep
Forgot my retainer
Could you not be mad at me?
‘Cause now, after it all, I’m just standing here to call
My dad, my dad
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
No, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
No, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
No, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home

AJR – I’m Not Famous (The Click Album)

Where my haters?
Where my haters?
I don’t got ’em
I’m not famous, no
It don’t matter what my name is
I don’t got one, I’m not famous, no
And I don’t hate it, no
You never heard of me
Or the weird shit I do and say
That’s my favorite thing
That I’m not famous, no
And I’m never on T.V.
Throwing up on an L.A. street
Nobody judges me
‘Cause I’m not famous, no
Paparazzi is at an all-time low
Paparazzi they don’t care where I go
Where my haters
Where my haters?
I don’t got ’em
I’m not famous, no
It don’t matter what my name is
I don’t got one, I’m not famous, no
And I don’t hate it, no
I’m not famous, no
I’m not famous, no
I’m not famous, no
And I don’t hate it, no
You never overheard
That I blew twenty grand on shirts
Nobody knows my quirks
‘Cause I’m not famous, no
Everyone got their habits
But you’ll never hear what mine is
Best thing bout my life is
I’m not famous, no
Paparazzi is at an all-time low
Paparazzi, they don’t care where I go
Where my haters?
Where my haters?
I don’t got ’em
I’m not famous, no
It don’t matter what my name is
I don’t got one, I’m not famous, no
And I don’t hate it, no
I’m not famous, no
I’m not famous, no (Go!)
I’m not famous, no
And I don’t hate it, no
Hate it, hate, hate it, no
Hate it, hate, hate it
Where my haters?
Where my haters?
I don’t got ’em
I’m not famous, no
It don’t matter what my name is
I don’t got one, I’m not famous, no
(I’m not, I’m not)
And I don’t hate it, no
I’m not famous, no
I’m not famous, no
I’m not famous, no
And I don’t hate it, no
And I don’t hate it, no
I’m not famous, no

AJR – Netflix Trip (The Click Album)

[Verse]
I had my first crush in season 2
She passed me notes and filled our hands with glue
And in my corduroy’s we’d walk to school
I sat and crossed my legs like Jim would do
She moved away I was on season 3
It hit my heart so hard I’d hardly speak
But I could find some peace and privacy
A paper company to sit with me

[Chorus]
Who are we to wonder where we’re going?
Who am I to tell me who I am?
Let’s take it back and take in every moment
Who am I to tell me who I am?

[Verse]
I turned down Jameson when I was 12
I spent that Friday night with Steve Carell
The one where Dwight became the head of sales
My eighth grade graduation wished me well
I lost my grandmother in season six
I watched my mom, she cried and held her kids
My mind was broken up I couldn’t think
So I just hugged her the way Michael did

[Chorus]
But who are we to wonder where we’re going?
Who am I to tell me who I am?
Let’s take it back and take in every moment
Who am I to tell me who I am?

[Bridge]
Wonder where we’re going
Tell me who I am
Take in every moment
Hold it close again

[Verse]
Now the finale’s done and I’m alone
I’m on a netflix trip here on my phone
But who I am is in these episodes
So don’t you tell me that it’s just a show

[Chorus]
Who are we to wonder where we’re going?
Who am I to tell me who I am?
Let’s take it back and take in every moment
Who am I to tell me who I am?
(Repeats)

[Outro]
Who am I to tell me who I am?
Who am I to tell me who I am?

AJR – Bud Like You (The Click Album)

Way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I’ve got a bud like you
Enough, enough
There’s no celebrities here
So why’s the bouncer taking everything so seriously
It’s you, and I
It’s cool you feel the same
Like why’s the DJ here, if he’s just pressing play
Kicking in the basement
Kicking in the basement
Hating all the same things too
If I need a pick me up
Would you come and pick me
I could really use a bud like you
To pick me way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Enough, enough
There’s no one here that we know
I think I knew a girl, who knew the host
But she’s heading home
We’ll stand a lot
Stare at the disco ball
Like who’d invest in that
When no ones looking at it
Kicking in the basement
Kicking in the basement
Hating all the same things too
If I need a pick me up
Would you come and pick me
I could really use a bud like you
To pick me way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
To pick me way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you

AJR – Come Hang Out (The Click Album)

Come hang out
‘Cause you’re outta your mind
You’re working so damn hard
You forgot what you like
And come hang out
Don’t you leave us behind
But I’ll be there next time
I’ll be there next time
I can’t complain, no, I won’t be mourning
‘Cause I skipped on prom
For Elvis Duran in the morning
All of my life I have been starving
Not for a dinner with friends, more of a starving artist
Yep yep I’m gonna miss this someday
Yep yep I missed another Friday
And all my friends say
Come hang out
‘Cause you’re outta your mind
You’re working so damn hard
You forgot what you like
And come hang out
Don’t you leave us behind
But I’ll be there next time
I’ll be there next time
Last album’s sales could have been higher
Maybe that’s why I haven’t seen friends in awhile
They’re at a bar down in the Bahamas
While I’m doing promo, tryna blow up in Chicago
Yep yep I’m gonna miss it someday
Yep yep I missed another Friday
And all my friends say
Come hang out
‘Cause you’re outta your mind
You’re working so damn hard
You forgot what you like
And come hang out
Don’t you leave us behind
But I’ll be there next time
I’ll be there next time
Come hang out
‘Cause you’re outta your mind
You’re working so damn hard
You forgot what you like
And come hang out
Don’t you leave us behind
But I’ll be there next time
I’ll be there next time
Come hang out
‘Cause you’re missing a lot
You haven’t gone that far
You can find a real job (find a real job)
And come hang out
We can save you a shot
But I’ll be there next time
I’ll be there next time
Should I go for more clicks this year?
Or should I follow the click in my ear?
Should I go for more clicks this year?
Or should I follow the click in my ear?
Should I go for more clicks this year?
Or should I follow the click in my ear?
Should I go for more clicks this year?
Or should I follow the click in my ear?
Come hang out
‘Cause you’re outta your mind
You’re working so damn hard
You forgot what you like (forgot what you like)
And come hang out
Don’t you leave us behind
But I’ll be there next time
I’ll be there next time
Come hang out
‘Cause you’re missing a lot
You haven’t gone that far
You can find a real job (find a real job)
And come hang out
We can save you a shot
But I’ll be there next time
I’ll be there next time
I’ll be there next time
I’ll be there next time
I’ll be there next time
I’ll be there next time

BROCKHAMPTON – Heat (Saturation Album)

[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me llamo Roberto
Este es mi amigo, Jabari
Nosotros odiamos a la policía

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles
Of fucking centerfolds
So I got secrets only me and all my niggas know
Of kicking in the doors
I’ll send a bitch to get ya
So don’t play fucking stupid
I know you got the product
‘Cause I could smell the money
I could taste the weed
Give me somethin’ or a body, only way I’ll leave
I love to watch ’em squirm
I love when bitches bleed
If she’s sucking on the barrel, you can’t hear her scream
So kiss the fucking carpet
This aggravated Larson
And then I’m out the door
It’s monsters in your home
Black gloves, mask on, muzzle plated chrome

[Hook: Ameer Vann]
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
That’s the first one to go
The first shot I blow
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Shotta, shotta
Who be that, the number one shotta?
Put a missile on you when I’m on your blocka
And you’ll be thin, you’ll be issue when I’m off it, off it, I’m off it
I got the magazine from the pistol
For any politician talkin’ shit, givin’ issue
Another black man in the street, it’s official
We riding out the spirit, here go another pistol
Ha, fuck, another cracka!
Cop coming on my block for the answers
Huh? I no got time for your question
Huh, just put mi mommy and mi bredren

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
I hate the way I think, I hate the way it looms
I hate the way the things I say incinerate a room
I know I’m tryna change, but it’ll never work
Just end up more broken down than when I started
And that concrete feels the hardest every time I seem to touch it
Started thinking I ain’t meant for life but that’s too deep
Falling up into the ceiling while I’m drowning in the creek of my emotions trying harder to be open
Talking ’bout release dates
I’m trying to make it to tomorrow
Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to swallow
So I need two shots of everything that’s on the fuckin’ menu
I’m dancing with myself; setting fire to the venue, motherfucker

[Hook: Ameer Vann]
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
That’s the first one to go
The first shot I blow
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?

[Bridge: Joba]
Fuck you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
Fuck you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
Fuck you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
Fuck you

[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should’ve shot him
Pray to god about him
Man, I hit the lotto
Yeah, my bitch got badder
Shit, my ass got badder
And I forgave them bitches
So now it’s off to millions
I been fucking sinning
Hit the forehead, chest, left, right, I’m grinning
Asses on the ceiling
And I got mirror feelings
For all you lil’ demons
Yeah, you see the chain
‘Fore all you changed on me
Rearranged on me
Suck a dick about it
I hope you get offended
And this ain’t clean shit
This is pissing off the yacht with my bitch on me
Wearin’ mink on me
Sippin’ Cris’ on ya
Bet ya life on it
I came to fight for it

[Outro: Matt Champion]
Came in, raided all y’all pockets
And your bitch came in and rubbed up on me
I’m burning rubber, I pulled up on you

BROCKHAMPTON – Gold (Saturation Album)

[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me llamo Roberto
Y ésta es mi cadena

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
Rock the boat like a one-eyed pirate
Rick James, I get glitter on my eyelids
2 A.M., 85 on the highway
Whole world get a little misguided
Where the spotlight? Put me in the spotlight
Trust no one that put you in the wrong light
High scream when I hit her with the long pipe
Mmm, ice cream when I hit her with the sweet thang
Do my thing, no, I do not do speaking
Get my shot, point it out like whoop, bang
I’ma win a bitch and I got a mood swing
I’m the realest, bitch, now I got a mood swing
I got bipolar confidence
Wake up like "shit" then I feel like a shit
So I guess I’m the shit
Yeah, guess I’m the shit

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann & Merlyn Wood]
Grab life by the horns when I whip the Lambo
Black on red like I whip the sambo
Clip’s so long it’ll make you mambo
Watch you tango, dutty wine
She grind on my dick like a hundred times
Shawty love me long when I grip her sides
And slip inside like a slip and slide
My electric eel do electric slide but
I just wanna feel up the booty
All on me, all on me, all on me
We can slow clap like woo!
All on me, all on me, all on me
I just wanna feel on your booty
Grab the camcorder, we can make it a movie
Bring a friend with you if you like how I do it
Gold chain swingin’, and she like how I shoot it

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Damn
Damn, I’m frosty
Blood diamond, I’m flossing
Navy camo, I’m drowning
But you don’t see what it cost me
Turmoil like the Saudi’s
Hand-me-downs never fit me
Party never fit me, punani never fit me
Damn, time-travelin’, Honda-swervin’, that’s so Merlyn
That’s so Merlyn
That’s so Merlyn
That’s so Merlyn
Damn, time-travelin’, Honda-swervin’, book learnin’
That’s so Merlyn
That’s so Merlyn
That’s so Merlyn

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
Swan dive down the 405
Land at the bottom of El Toro High
With the precision of a cut from a Zorro knife
The boy spit like he made out of 409
So that’s clean, bitch
You can’t play with my team, bitch
We rock pink now on Wednesdays
Green looks good with your envy
Mix with white ’cause you salty
But this stainless
I’m like platinum and it’s painless
I just skip on the beat like I’m Pee-Wee Herman
Hands up for all my sermons
My wheel’s turnin’, now I’m more efficient than ever
I feel like Ratatouille when I’m whipping that cheddar
You see, you better find your thickest of sweaters ’cause this ice
Might fuck around and change your whole life
‘Cause we about to take flight

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect

[Outro: Joba]
Keep a gold chain (wax, wax it)
I keep a gold chain (wax, wax it)
Keep a gold chain
(I said I keep a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain
(I said I keep a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain
(‘Cause then I keep a)
(I said I keep a gold chain, a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain
(I said I keep a, I keep a)
Keep a gold chain (wax, wax it)

BROCKHAMPTON – Star (Saturation Album)

[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me llamo Roberto
Y yo quiero ser famoso

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
I might go Interstellar
I feel like Matthew McConaughey
I don’t care for what they gotta say
Tony Perkis how I drop the weight
Jason Bourne with the headshot
Jason Statham with the whip game
Liam Neeson with the rescue
I go Gunnar with the leather face
Bruce Campbell with the chains
Tobin Bell with the saw
Anthony Hopkins, I’m eatin’ ’em raw
They don’t know who we are
Molly Shannon I’m a superstar
Ride or die like it’s sea biscuit
Tryna stack like Tobey
John Wick, I don’t leave a witness
Chris Paul, I’m assistin’
Ameer going Blake Griffin
Give me forty-eight minutes
We go ’04 Pistons
Catch a fade like Robert Horry
Only time to get the spotlight
Deray how I’m top flight
Go Obama when I drop mics

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I’m the black Tom Hanks
You can call me nigga Banks
Secret Agent Cody Banks
Quarter pound of the dank
On the scale and it stank
Put my mama in a range
I just bought a new Wraith
Nic Cage with the face off
John Travolta when I take off
Brad Pitt, start a fight club
Turn the trap into the nightclub
I’m like Prince with the white doves
Paint a picture with the white dust
Lionel Ritchie with the white bitch
Try to tell it to her nicely, but she never wanna listen
Beat the pussy to submission
Tom Cruise on a mission
Pull a R&B singer, bring her back to South Central
I shine just like a popstar, MJ my initial
Kobe Bryant with the spin moves
If these niggas got issues, H-town with Beyoncé
Turn her to my prom date
King pin like JAY Z, dance moves like JT

[Verse 3: Kevin Abstract]
Heath Ledger with some dreads
I just gave my nigga head
Standing on my two legs
Fuck what that nigga done said
Bruh, I don’t fuck with no white boys
Less the nigga Shawn Mendes
I been off and I been dead
Bad as hell, I don’t bench press
High school, they ain’t fuck with me
Now the critics don’t fuck with me
My own fam ain’t fuck with me
But Viceland did fuck with me
I’m the only popstar with no money
Can’t drive, so I’m still running
Uber takin’ all my show money
But that’s okay, I got more money
Not enough to get my teeth fixed
So my boyfriend in the street, bitch
In the moonlight I get seasick
Did ya see all that, all that we did?
Did all this shit in the weekend
We was up all late tweakin’ (yeah!)
Ice Cube on a Friday, Chris Tucker on a Friday
Michael Cera on a Friday, Jonah Hill on a Friday
Rockin’ Leo’s blood diamonds
Sucked off on the highway
Police right behind me
Like a nigga stole his OJ
Okay, I don’t play
Got the same last name as O.J

[Video Outro: Kevin Abstract]
Everything that’s perfect, damn
You’re everything that’s perfect, damn
You’re everything that’s perfect, damn
(Everything that’s perfect, damn)
You’re everything that’s perfect, damn
Two, oh, oh, seven
Two, oh, oh, eight
Two, oh, oh, nine
You, I can’t relate
You, a different place
You, a different space
You, I hesitate, for you I never wait
Everything that’s perfect, damn
You’re everything that’s perfect, damn
You’re everything that’s perfect, damn
(Everything that’s perfect, damn)
You’re everything that’s perfect, damn

BROCKHAMPTON – Boys (Saturation Album)

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys
Hella boys say, hella boys say, hella boys

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann & Merlyn Wood]
I feel just like Zayn
I feel just like Harry
I cop it and I flip it
Have it sittin’ on pirellis
Me and all my niggas
South side, One Direction
Tens and tens and tens and tens
Got lens that make direction
Flow to my location
Lowkey I’m in Cali just avoiding my probation
Fuck your jurisdiction, fuck the federales
Sold out by my father, he gon’ feel the karma
When I get the, get the commas, nigga
I don’t have, I don’t have no fear, nigga
Buy the ounce, sellin’ ounces over here, nigga
I don’t lie, I just bought a whole grill
Arguing with my bitch, my whip sit twenty-six nigga

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
Lowkey I’m a heartthrob
And I ain’t drop an album yet
I’m something like a poster
Sitting on your girl’s wall
And something about my face
Make her take her clothes off
Y’all say y’all got bitches
But y’all bitches make my dick soft
Why y’all always mad cause I’m feeling myself
What the fuck you mean?
I can’t feel myself?
Old girl suburban
But now I’m on to new things
Ego like celebrity, but real like a dope fiend
Tanning out in Hollywood, got Chantel’s on my coattails
From motels to hotels, I’m good
Bitch I’m good, From hotels to motels, I’m good
Bitch I’m good, From hotels to motels, I’m good
Bitch I’m good

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]

[Bridge: Merlyn Wood]
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
In the city I’m a menace
I give C.E.O’s the business
Marathons I gotta finish
Foreign whip is speaking Yiddish
Lately I been feeling vicious
Why y’all crying like some infants
You don’t wanna be a witness
Then you better mind your fucking business
All these crumbs on my denim
We the only dogs spitting venom
Been some years I tried to tell them
But they wanted me to be the villain
They just wanted me to lose
Ones I love, made me choose
Had to cut the ones I thought I’d take to the top
Just so I could make a move
Dropped out of college
Smoking the same campus
Tell me ’bout limits
Last year I was suicidal
Took those thoughts and tried to kill it
Used to avoid, used to being paranoid
Huffin with my boys
Pack it up, I shake the world like asteroids
Give me love before you try to give me noise
I destroy

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]

[Outro: Merlyn Wood]
They say that they want me they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me
They say that they want me, they forgot about me

BROCKHAMPTON – 2Pac (Saturation Album)

[Verse: Ameer Vann]
I got some demons on me
They been feeding on me
When I sold prescriptions
And my pill addiction
Fuck the damn detectives
Mama called the Reverend
I know she praying for me
But I’m in the shadows
Hella drugs and ammo
Kicking doors my MO
I got some bad habits
I do some shit I shouldn’t
My life is on a scale
I know there’s angels on me
All my dead homies
I know they waiting on me
Selling dope from out ya house
I know you praying for me
I know you used to trust me
I miss the chicken nuggets
And the kisses from her
Damn I miss you momma

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Trouble keep following me
Trouble keep following me
Trouble keep following me
Trouble keep following me
Trouble keep following me
Trouble keep following me
Shadow keep following me
Trouble keep following me

BROCKHAMPTON – Fake (Saturation Album)

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
Nigga talk shit?
I’ll single you out
If you’ve got a problem we can figure it out
I’m from H-Town, but the gold in my mouth
South-side niggas put a hole in your house
A hole in your spouse
Better think twice before you open you mouth
It’s getting real close to the first of the month
Niggas hit licks, bit of gas in the blunt
Send em to the dock gotta open them up
Niggas load guns in the back of the truck
Niggas chase money ’til they laced with gold
Gotta get a gun for your hateful foes
Flex too hard and your casket close
You don’t want your momma come and get you from the morgue
Tall white T, blood on the floor
Oh, don’t say that

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
Unh
I feel like Master P
I ain’t no slave, ain’t lettin no one try to massa me
I’m getting tested, tested, but nobody passing me
That sugar coated shit don’t need them extra calories
Its a machine, that’s why we work inside the factory
Put em up for me, display it like it’s a gallery
Don’t need your salary
Gold on me like it’s alchemy
Giving niggas the battery
When they witness the mastery
Unh
Don’t say that, don’t talk to me, we don’t play that
They got chalk for me, I make outlines like it’s pottery
Got a squad full of fucking oddities, I got squash, apricots, and broccoli
We turn weird shit to a commodity
I’m on a odyssey for real quality

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
I look like a Somali pirate (don’t say that!)
Failed middle school and college (don’t say that!)
Daddy say I’m an asshole (don’t say that!)
Dick complexion of a Backwoods (ew, don’t say that)
She text me, dry as the Sahara (oh wow!)
After she get in that Casa Merlyn (straight up!)
I was in that mouth like flouride
That pussy tight, as a hair tie
Scrunchie, I’m so horny baby, bitch your house, pussy baby
When I get the munchies I still, I don’t share roaches baby
Bum with the good haircut
Bum with a good haircut
Mattress and magic dick

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone

BROCKHAMPTON – Bank (Saturation Album)

[Hook: Dom McLennon]
Still the only one I do that with
Still the only one I do that with
Ain’t that some shit
Still the only one I do that with
Still the only one I do that with
Ain’t that some shit

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
See I’ve been trippin’ and fallin’
No more slippin’ and stallin’
Got no numbers I’m callin, just wanna be in the coffin
All this trouble we’ve been causin’
Benz I’m crossing, I’ve been saucin’
Exercising my endorphin’s since you told me you was walkin’
I’ve been searchin, huntin, crawlin
Whats it costin me it ain’t doing much, tossin me through a loop
I hush the voices in my head for a minute so I can listen to you
And all I ever heard was "I ain’t listenin", shit is cripplin’

[Hook: Dom McLennon]
Still the only one I do that with
Still the only one I do that with
Ain’t that some shit
Still the only one I do that with
Still the only one I do that with
Ain’t that some shit

[Bridge: Kevin Abstract and Dom McLennon] (X3)
Niggas on that word of mouth, ’til they see them boys come out
I ain’t ever robbed a nigga, best believe I air ya out
See me in your area, ya’ll niggas hilarious
I’m addicted to writing shit that make niggas scared of us

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I got rubbers in my pocket, niggas like to gossip
If I need to drop em let me know
‘Cos I don’t do much talkin’, unless it’s ’bout the money
If you got an offer let me know
I was sellin cabbage, until I moved to Cali
Money in a mattress on the floor
Until I messed with niggas, with fingers on the trigger
We was runnin’ kickin’ in the doors

[Outro: Kevin Abstract and Dom McLennon]
Niggas on that word of mouth, said they see them boys come out
I ain’t ever robbed a nigga, best believe I air ya out
See me in your area, ya’ll niggas hilarious
I’m addicted to writing shit that make niggas scared of us

I use protection, my nigga, so fuck direction, my nigga
And fuck yo section, my nigga, I got the rest of my niggas
My niggas rushed on my niggas, my niggas love all they niggas
I fell in love with a nigga, that nigga skipped out the picture

BROCKHAMPTON – Trip (Saturation Album)

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Today imma be whoever I wanna be
Today imma be whoever I wanna be
It’s a boy fantasy
It’s a girl fantasy
This is our fantasy
Baby boy, boy, boy
Today imma be whoever I wanna be
Today imma be whoever I wanna be
It’s a boy fantasy
It’s a girl fantasy
This is our fantasy
Baby boy, boy, boy

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Flap, flap, flap your wings
Go high, go high, go high
Ride, ride, ride, ride, rider on the night
Slow down, I wanna say goodbye
To everybody here ’cause they’re all the same
I hate this place
Everybody here is all the same
Life’s a disgrace

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Today imma be whoever I wanna be
Today imma be whoever I wanna be
It’s a boy fantasy
It’s a girl fantasy
This is our fantasy
Baby boy, boy, boy
Today imma be whoever I wanna be
Today imma be whoever I wanna be
It’s a boy fantasy
It’s a girl fantasy
This is our fantasy
Baby boy, boy, boy

[Verse 2: Ameer Vaan]
Flying on my rocket ship
I’m on an acid trip
I need another pill
Snort it, let it drip
I’m with my white friends
We’re getting wasted
Trapped in the suburbs
We suffocatin’
We get all our drug and medication
You came with black folks
Hoe, your parents racist
You say they hate me
Well I love them
We still roll up, we still best friends

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
Everybody smilin’
I don’t see what’s funny
Everybody friends
Guess I wasn’t lucky
Family full of athletes
I was kind of chubby
Shit was never sunny
Wrists were sorta bloody
Lick my wounds with honey
Save me for the vultures
I’m fallin’ in the void
I don’t know what I discovered
I know I could hear the thunder
I can feel the hunters
They be preying on my hunger
I won’t let ’em make me suffer

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Today imma be whoever I wanna be
Today imma be whoever I wanna be
It’s a boy fantasy
It’s a girl fantasy
This is our fantasy
Baby boy, boy, boy
Today imma be whoever I wanna be
Today imma be whoever I wanna be
It’s a boy fantasy
It’s a girl fantasy
This is our fantasy
Baby boy, boy, boy

[Outro: Joba]
Ooh, take a moment
Do you, take a moment
Do you, take a moment
Ooh, take a moment
Do you, take a moment
Do you, take a moment

BROCKHAMPTON – Swim (Saturation Album)

[Intro: JOBA, and Kevin Abstract]
We failed at a one night stand
I guess that should not matter
You were loved, by another man
I guess that should not matter
You love to show out
Show your, new outfit
You love to show out
When you leave the house
Your new outfit
I love it on you though

I love it on you though, I love it on ya (x8)

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
I came to California
I cannot afford this
I just want a fortune
I don’t want to pay my mortgage
I just want life for my kids
Damn, I ain’t even have em yet
I’m ballin’ and it don’t stop
And it don’t stop
I can see my life through the window glass
If I move with you I don’t need no cash
Had a dream last night that she loved me back
He got in my head so a nigga bounced back
Shit happened how it happened
So the past is perfect
Shit happened how it happened
So the past is perfect
Shit happened how it happened
So the past is perfect
Shit happened how it happened

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
Fell in love but it ain’t gon’ last
Hydroplane like I ain’t gon’ crash
No frame with my face on glass
No rank when they check my class
Got a minute, got a second, got a day
Gotta get it, gotta find another way
I ain’t trippin’, I’m just feelin’ what I say
I ain’t talking, I’m just spillin’ from my brain
Everybody think I got it figured out
Chasin’ sanity while niggas chasin’ clout
Show me love in the face of all doubts
That would tell me all I need to know about you
Ain’t nobody gon’ love you like me
Ain’t nobody gon’ trust you like me
Baby girl I know we can save the world
So why you wanna fight me?

[Outro: Kevin Abstract]
You love to show out
Show your, new outfit
I love it on you though, I love it on ya (x4)

BROCKHAMPTON – Bump (Saturation Album)

[Intro: Matt Champion]
Tugging on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I just want that, I just want that bump bump in my trunk
Blowing skunk, getting crunk with my baby, oh what’s up
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
We gon’ ride ride ride, down to Mexico
You can see the bad man, I’ll come to New York [?], you can’t catch him though
You can see the bad man, [?] New York you gon catch him though
We gon’ ride white lines all the way to Mexico
Merlyn! Merlyn!

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
When this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I’ve been trappin’ out my momma house
Dope boy money keep the water and the lights on
Spray it like it’s Lysol
Your bitch don’t like the dark so we fuckin with the lights on
I fuck her with my chains on
You the one I changed on
I just won the ghetto lottery I guess I’m hood rich
Chillin’ at the gallows smokin’ blacks with my hood bitch
You ain’t what you could be, come get on this dope dick
I sell it by the gram now tell me who you fuck with

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
When this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
Watch me watch me watch me watch me operate
I ain’t ain’t here to talk now nigga we ain’t gonna conversate
This modern terrorism, you can’t moderate
I’ve been fiendin’ time to put these demons on display
‘Cause they don’t understand, I don’t give a damn
Smoke some shit straight outta Alice in Wonderland
Brockhampton the clan, bitch I ain’t your man
Like they’re stacking just to crumble like an avalanche
This is how it stand, this is how it is
Bitch I ain’t your friend, I ain’t havin’ kids
‘Cause I know that if I’m gon’ bring em in the world
My little spawns of Satan just might take off with your fucking girl

[Bridge: Matt Champion]
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump bump bump bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump bump bump bump bump in my trunk
Bump bump in my trunk

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
When this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
When this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live

BROCKHAMPTON – Cash (Saturation Album)

[Hook: ] x4
Get money, big bands, simple bands
Big money, big bands, simple bands

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Rollin’ in my truck, gotta keep it tucked
Because whitey wanna fuck with some niggas like us
Confederate flag, neighbors call me fag
Gotta keep it low, I keep that thang up in my bag

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Whose society is this?
Who delayed my first kiss?
Who command my scholarship?
And kick us out our neighborhood?
Play our music make them rich
Play our music make amends
Box us in like plantains
Free all of my Africans
Nigga I slay, nigga I waste them them, waste them

[Bridge: Kevin Abstract]
There go that danger boy, danger boy!
There go that danger boy, danger boy!

[Verse 3: Ameer Vann]
Niggas kill you for a dollar
Listen to them holler
Big blood ballers, with a crown on my corner
Crack and marijuana, slab around the corner
Sitting low elbows, syrup on the dashboard

[Hook: ]
Get money, big bands, simple bands
Big money, big bands, simple bands
Get money, big bands, simple bands
Big money, big bands, simple bands
Get money, big bands, simple bands
Big money, big bands, simple bands
Get money, big bands, simple bands
Big money, big bands, simple bands

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
I got a dream I’m willing to die for
I got a team I’ll commit a crime for
Got some dead homies I ain’t get to cry for
‘Cuz I’m working for my freedom, while the world cry war
Cry wolf when the shepherd finds a way to strike gold
‘Cuz the stocks gon’ crash and the dollar gon’ fold
You don’t know that the poor eat the rich when there’s no profit
They gave you the floor, but you brought up the wrong topic
So it’s

[Outro: JOBA]
Me against the world
Me against the world
Me against the world
Me against the world

BROCKHAMPTON – Milk (Saturation Album)

[Intro: Ameer Vann]
I ain’t the same nigga that I once was
I lost my fucking mind and then I fell in love
I did a bunch of drugs because I couldn’t sleep
I lost a couple months, I chipped my fucking teeth
And there’s a couple women, and they know some things
About lies that I done told and shit that I done said
And niggas that I robbed, so I’m real paranoid
I have voices in my head

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
Hi, my name is Merlyn
I just applied for food stamps
I just moved to California, with my boy band
Dropped out of a good school
Hippies in my commune
I left ‘fore the rent was due
Used to want a briefcase
And a short commute
Used to wanna sell coke
And whip an Audi Coupe crazy if I did that
Wouldn’t be talking to you
Walking through the pit falls
Of a college student
Crazy how you get them letters
And that make you feel accepted ’til you walking ’round the campus and you the only African
Nobody with passion just cats that take direction well
Take acid trips to find themselves
Well…

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
I gotta get better at being me
(Being who I am)
I gotta get better at everything
(Being who I am)
I just want a friend that I can hang out with
(Being who I am)
Someone I can sit around, lay on my couch with
(Being who I am)

[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
Even since I moved out I’ve been broke
Ever since I grew up I’ve been ugly
Ooh, and I need get me some dollar
Dollar, dollar bills y’all
Ever since I left my momma house I’ve been mad as hell at the world
Sometimes you don’t gotta rhyme when you feel it
Sometimes I barely ever feel a fucking thing
Sometimes I wish that my fucking phone would fucking ring
And go off, and wake a nigga up
I’m used to being sad
And I’m used to being down
I’m used to being used
I miss my boy being around

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
I gotta get better at being me
(Being who I am)
I gotta get better at everything
(Being who I am)
I just want a friend that I can hang out with
(Being who I am)
Someone I can sit around, lay on my couch with
(Being who I am)

[Bridge: Matt Champion]
Droppin’ all I got on this one day
I just wanna be somebody someday
Droppin’ all I got on this one way
I just wanna be somebody someday
Droppin’ all I got on this one day
I just wanna be somebody someday
Droppin’ all I got on this one way
I just wanna be somebody someday

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
I gotta get better at being me
(Being who I am)
I gotta get better at everything
(Being who I am)
I just want a friend that I can hang out with
(Being who I am)
Someone I can sit around, lay on my couch with
(Being who I am)

[Outro: Dom McLennon]
I’m trying to look for motivation of smaller things
But baby steps to my atonement when I foster dreams
I’ve been told I’m too transparent with my thoughts sometimes
So I wrote songs until they pass, and I can fall in line
I fell apart the moment that you thought you found yourself
‘Cause I knew at that point I couldn’t be in the equation anymore
But moving on with open, broken hearts
Will show you everything you need to see about yourself to start moving forward
So many things I wanna say that I’m not sure need to be known but everybody swears they fucking know me
So why, don’t I lay every card I’m holding on the table
At that point I wonder what they’d show me
I almost lost my father
Still surreal for me to think about
Considering how many of my friends have lost theirs
I never know if what I’m saying is the right thing
If not, I’m ready more than ever for the crosshairs
It’s all fair when it’s not you
Some people have angels
What if only shadows follow you?
And all the ghosts inside that seem to hollow you
The branches of the weeping willow start to swallow you
And then you realize you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be
The horizon clears
You wipe the tears
And all the skeletons are ready for your story

BROCKHAMPTON – Face (Saturation Album)

[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me llamo Roberto
Y vamos a destruir nuestra casa

[Hook: Joba]
Tell me what you’re waiting for
I just wanna love ya
Tell me what you’re waiting for
I just wanna hold ya
Tell me what you’re waiting for
I just wanna love ya
Just wanna hold ya
Never would lie to you
Tell me what you’re waiting for
What you waiting for?

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
It feels like I can see the past in your eyes
I know the future has been passing you by
These other niggas, they just passing your time
They don’t know how to ride the tidal waves that crash in your thighs
But I got the dream, and if you believe, then I can take you somewhere that is pristine
I’m keeping it clean, my title is mean, they boxed in a Simba, we broke out the seams
Don’t make me a fiend, I know what I want, I’m working to get everything that I need
But I got a plan for ya, I’m taking a stand for ya, I care for ya

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
What’s your motive with me baby
‘Cause I don’t trust nobody lately
I twist and turn, moving just like a serpent
New times are coming just like a virgin
Get you all outta my head
Cause lately I’m better off dead
I say this all out of respect
Sometimes I want nothing with you
Wearing your love like medallions
Cause I know thousand men want ya
Wants the menages
Fucking riding shotgun, slap your buns
Melting, fading, under stars and the sun
85, 90, gon’ bust out the gun
Know they sent me from the neck of the woods
Change my name, state so they never could

[Hook: Joba]
Tell me what you’re waiting for
I just wanna love ya
Tell me what you’re waiting for
I just wanna hold ya
Tell me what you’re waiting for
I just wanna love ya
Just wanna hold ya
Never would lie to you
Tell me what you’re waiting for
What you waiting for?

[Verse 3: Ameer Vann]
I need a friend (I need a friend)
And you need a home (you need a home)
I love when you come (I love when you come)
I still feel alone
You make it warm in my bed
Butterflies in my head
Sun rise and it set
But you don’t love me like you say you do
White lies hold the hidden truth
You keep leaving when I need you most
It’s true what they say about love had and love lost
Here you are and now you’re gone
I’m left alone in the same bed
I wake up in a cold sweat

[Verse 4: Joba]
Please don’t make me wait long
I just wanna be your main boy, your main, your main one
See, I don’t want nobody but you
See, I don’t want nobody but you
I spent the day by my lonesome
Who do you call when there’s no one?
No one ever did what you did for me and to me
My bed is cold and indented where you used to sleep
Tell me what you’re waiting for, shit
Tell me what I’m here for

[Hook: Joba]
Tell me what you’re waiting for
I just wanna love ya
Tell me what you’re waiting for
I just wanna hold ya
Tell me what you’re waiting for
I just wanna love ya
Just wanna hold ya
Never would lie to you
Tell me what you’re waiting for
What you waiting for?

BROCKHAMPTON – Waste (Saturation Album)

[Verse 1]
Was I more than it’s worth or will you see my name and I’ll fade?
Pitch my camp in your mind
Sat by the fire, behind your eyes
And I’ll look through them just once or twice but I might see something I don’t like
Like your hands in his shirt
Entwined in cotton, his loving smirk

[Chorus]
Losing my way
Seeing your name
But I’ll be fine yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(No worries)
Losing my way
(Did I come again dressed like a shame?, cloudy)
Seeing your name
(Eyes are but a pain, roses in my veins, sorry)
But I’ll be fine yeah
(No worries)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(No worries)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Worries)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-ooh
Oh-oh-oh-ooh

Samantha Fish – Down In The Swamp

They chew you up and spit you out
Those crocodiles won’t touch you now
Gonna burn it up till the morning light
That muddy water never treat you right
I said ooo down in the swamp
I said ooo down in the swamp baby
Won’t hear you scream won’t hear you moan
Just remember you’re not alone
A thousand eyes fixed dead on you
Waiting for you now to make your move
I said ooo down in the swamp
I said ooo down in the swamp baby
Can you hear them slither hear them crawl
Can’t see nothing I see nothing at all
Youre in black water and full of fear
This beer is what I’ll remember as tears
I said ooo baby on down in the swamp
Ooo I said now babe oh down in the swamp
Ooo yeah oo baby ya no no no no oh down in the swamp
I said ooo on down in the swamp