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brockhampton - junky (draft) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: joba]
i’m a bad boy, bad habits
if i want it, i got to have it
plus i’m paranoid, can’t stand it
i’ve been damaged, but i didn’t grab it
i’m a bad boy, bad habits
if i want it, i got to have it
plus i’m paranoid, can’t stand it
i’ve been damaged, but i didn’t grab it

[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 your mask off?
that’s the thought i had last night
“why you always rap about bein’ g-y?” (b-tch)
’cause not enough n-gg-s rap and be g-y (b-tch)
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 gone, yeah

[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, now i’ve been 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 recognize 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: dom mclennon]
i don’t think the monsters ever left my bedroom
i been hiding in the closet, outta legroom
i don’t know if that little somethin’ ever helped you
all i know is i can’t trust what’s in my head too
i been running from the words i never said to ya
i been duckin’ all the judgement, let me say it through ya
i was fighting till they said i can’t defend you
all i know is i’m the one you should’ve stepped to
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’

[verse 4: matt champion]
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
i took some steps to be a bigger person
i should’ve thrown ya off the highway to cars 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
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 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: joba]
bad people knockin’ on my door, they don’t see me
been screaming at the wall, n-body hear me
there’s two parts of me, one disagrees with the other
i switch sides like i’m undercover
bad people knockin’ on my door, they don’t see me
been screaming at the wall, n-body hear me
there’s two parts of me, one disagrees with the other
i switch sides like i’m undercover

- brockhampton

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