- BROCKHAMPTON JOUVERT 歌詞
- BROCKHAMPTON
- Take it all or leave it
I feel you
When theres a rough patch, dont ******* the parachute
They goin AWOL the second that the light goes on
This a treat aint it, so initiate the powder room
I pull it back and check my rosie,
And yeah, Im bout to bloom
Its that ninety raised from hell s**t,
Parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, strobe light, hit the killswitch
Neck twist like Exorcist, Ima see you round
Cause tonights the night
Im losin all Im doin, Im about this
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank, suitcase
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank
Til the casket drops, I will play God
**** the world, lets start a riot,
Got too much too quick
God damn, Im feeling sick, ***** , call the doctor
Dont act like I aint been dead to ya
Dont act like I aint deserve this s**t
Couldnt last a day inside my head,
Thats why I did the drugs I did
Got issues with these *************
Looking down from they pedestals
On that petty view, on that petty s**t
Pray for peace with a knife in my hand
Speak my piece like a gun to my head
Come equipped just to blast this s**t,
Misunderstood since birth
**** what you think, and**** what you heard
I feel betrayed, you can keep the praise
And all of the **** s**t, need to get away
Still aint got the fright to the fickle -minded people
I thought I knew better, wish I knew better
Should have known better, wish that I was better
At dealing with the fame and you fake ********** ***
Guess Im too real
Excuse we, let me pass, let me see your ass
We aint playin nice, little guy
Now let me, let me run mah t—
Ill be in my bag, (excuse we) goin in (let me pass)
Guess who isnt built for this, man?
Me and my thugs built for this, man
We goin for the gifts and the grams
Ill be in my bag, (excuse we) goin in (let me pass)
Smokin all the grams in this bag,
Man, you isnt built for this, man
Run it like a gingerbread man,
**** that s**t, stay hydrated *****
Ima let that ***** go home,
Cause my momma, wassup Wassup?
Black power fist hangin from my black fro
Yo, she saw me in that cereal,
She want to lick a Oreo, damn
Break the dam when I spit the flow
Im on the Lam, not the ****** wolf
Hoppin out the van, Im in Abbey Road
Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man thats difficult
I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lonely self
Chill, watch numbers go up, book off the shelf
I found myself and put my face on a missing shirt
I dropped out with no promise that this s**t would
(That this s**t would work, work,
Work, work, work, work, work, work)
(Work, work, work, work, work, work, work)
With the dogs, in my ride, nother door, suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know, never lie
With the dogs, in my ride, nother door, suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know, never lie
Pull up with the racks to your shop
Pop em in, Cali and the 3 on dime
Sim sim sim badda bim, get shot
One mill, two mill, three, thats a lot, damn
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank, suitcase
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank
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