J'OUVERT - BROCKHAMPTON

When there’s a rough patch, don’t eyefuck the parachute

They goin' AWOL the second that the light goes on

It’s a treat and it’s on me, she hit the powder room

I pull her back and check my rosie yeah, I’m 'bouta bloom

This some ninety raised from hell shit, parlay like when the lights switch

Combat how you feel, strobe light, hit the kill switch

Neck twist like exorcist, I’ma see you 'round

'Cause tonight’s the night I’m losin' all I’m doin', I’m 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

Suitcase

On my way to the bank

On my way to the bank

On my way to the bank

'Til the casket drops, I will play God

Fuck the world, let’s start a riot

Got too much too quick

God damn, I’m feeling sick, bitch, call the doctor

Don’t act like I ain’t been dead to ya

Don’t act like I ain’t deserve this shit

Couldn’t last a day inside my head

That’s why I did the drugs I did

Got issues with these motherfuckers

Looking down from they pedestals

From that petty view on that petty shit

Prayin' for peace with a knife in my hand

Speak my piece like a gun to my head

Come equipped just to blast this shit

Misunderstood since birth

Fuck what you think and fuck what you heard

I feel betrayed, you can keep the praise

And all of that fuck shit need to get away

Still I get to pray 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 motherfuckers

Guess I’m too real

Excuse we, let me pass, let me see your ass

We ain’t playin' nice, little guy

Now let me, let me run my…

I be in my bag (excuse we)

Goin' in (let me pass)

Trust, you isn’t built for this, man

Me and my thugs built for this, man

We’re goin' for the gifts and the grams

I be in my bag (excuse we)

Goin' in (let me pass)

Smokin' on drips and dissin' bags

Man you isn’t built for this, man

Run it like the gingerbread man

Fuck that shit, stay hydrated nigga

I’ma lit that bitch, go home, kiss my momma

Wassup?

Wassup?

Black power fist hangin' with my black 'fro

Yo, she saw me in that cereal she wants to lick a Oreo

Damn, break the dam when I spit the flow

I’m on the Lamb like the fuckin' wolf

Hoppin' out the van, I’m at Abbey Road

Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man that’s difficult

I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lovely 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 shit would

(That this shit would work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work)

(Work, work, work, work, work, work, work)

With the dogs, zoom around, all the doors, suicide

Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie

With the dogs, zoom around, all the doors, suicide

Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie

Pull up with the racks to your shop

Cop a medallion, a 3 on a don

Zim-zim-zim, out the Bim, get shot

One mill, two mill, three, that’s 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

Suitcase

On my way to the bank

On my way to the bank

On my way to the bank