โหลดเพลง mp3 J'OUVERT - Brockhampton

J'OUVERT - Brockhampton
Lyrics by：Ciarán McDonald/Matthew Champion/Romil Hemnani/Russell Boring/Jabari Manwarring/William Wood
Composed：Ciarán McDonald/Matthew Champion/Romil Hemnani/Russell Boring/Jabari Manwarring/William Wood
Take it all leave it all leave it all leave it
When there's a rough patch
Don't eyefuck the parachute
They goin' A W O L the second
That the light goes on
This a treat ain't it
So initiate the powder room
I pull it back and check my rosie
And yeah I'm 'bout to bloom
It's 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
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 bank 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
F**k the world let's start a riot
Got too much too quick
God d**n I'm feeling sick b***h call the doctor
Don't act like I ain't been dead to ya
Don't act like I ain't deserve this s**t
Couldn't last a day inside my head
That's why I did the drugs I did
Got issues with these motherf**kers
Looking down from they pedestals
From 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
F**k what you think and f**k what you heard
I feel betrayed you can keep the praise
And all of the f**k s**t need to get away
Still ain't 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 motherf**kers
Guess I'm too real
Excuse we let me pass let me see your a*s
We ain't playin' nice little guy
Now let me let me run mah T
I be in my bag excuse we goin' in let me pass
Guess who isn't built for this man
Me and my thugs built for this man
We goin' for the gifts and the grams
I be in my bag excuse we goin' in let me pass
Smokin' all the grams in this bag bag bag
Man you isn't built for this man
Run it like a gingerbread man
F**k that s**t stay hydrated n***a
I'ma let that b***h go home
Kiss my momma wassup
Wassup
Wasssup wassup
Wassup
Wasssup wassup
Black power fist hangin' from my black 'fro
Yo she saw me in that cereal
She wants to lick a oreo d**n
Break the dam when I spit the flow
I'm on the Lam' not the f**kin' wolf
Hoppin' out the van I'm on abbey road
Fans with cameras in the bathroom man that's 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
With the dogs in my ride know the doors suicide
Paranoid do or die you should know we never lie
With the dogs in my ride know the doors suicide
Paranoid do or die you should know we never lie
Pull up with the racks to your shop
Cop a medallion or three I'm the don
Zim zim zim out the bim get shot
One mil two mil three that's a lot
D**n
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 bank