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brockhampton - junky lyrics
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 d-mn 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 d-mn temper
i bleach my hair because these b-tches all about they b-tchin’
i say sh-t when i rap and y’all n-gg-s barely listen
i do the most for the culture, n-gg-, by just existing
delete my tweets ’cause i’m ashamed of being a f-ckin’ simpson
i told my mom i was g-y, why the f-ck she ain’t listen?
i signed a pub deal and her opinion f-ckin’ disappearin’
i’m payin’ bills for my sister and tryna fund her business
is it h-m-phobic to only hook up with straight n-gg-s?
you know, like closet n-gg-s, masc-type
why don’t you take that mask off? that’s the thought i had last night
why you always rap about bein’ g-y?
’cause not enough n-gg-s rappin’ be g-y
[pre-chorus: kevin abstract]
where i come from n-gg-s get called “f-ggot” and k!lled
so i’ma get head from a n-gg- 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 go, yeah
[chorus]
friendly meal, cop and steal, all my n-gg-s down
twistin’ on the truth, tired and crack inside
friendly meal, cop and steal, all my n-gg-s down
twistin’ on the truth, tired and crack inside
friendly, friendly, friendly steal, all my n-gg-s down
twistin’ on the truth, tired and crack, crack, crack
friendly meal, cop and steal, all my n-gg-s down
twistin’ on the truth, tired and crack
[verse 2: ameer vann]
i don’t trust n-body ’cause they don’t deserve it
n-gg-s run in your house, they know you doin’ dirty
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’
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
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 recognise me
i’m goin’ crazy, don’t need n-body to say they love me
my acts of desperation, i’m on an empty stomach
so f-ck 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
hotbox 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 going, bet 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 llama
[bridge: joba & matt champion]
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 giving, just taking
[verse 4: matt champion]
i took some steps to be a bigger person
i should’ve thrown ya off the highway to cause swerving
ain’t no burden, ain’t no sermon, ain’t no motherf-ckin’ 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 f-ck, mad ’cause she ain’t suck
beat your -ss before you got time to say “why not?”
here to catch ya slip up, wish you could just rewind
time to not f-ck up, thought you were just lucked up
where the respect? is your -ss human?
i look you in your eyes, say “f-ck you, are you f-ckin’ stupid?”
respect my mother, ‘spect my sister, ‘spect these women, boy
i get my 99, 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]
no hands with the stunts
jump off the roof like i do what i want
all of the 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 slipping
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