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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
BROCKHAMPTON
BROCKHAMPTON
Künstler:in
SoGone SoFlexy
SoGone SoFlexy
Künstler:in
Kiko Merley
Kiko Merley
Begleitgesang
Baird
Baird
Begleitgesang
Imondre Goss
Imondre Goss
Begleitgesang
Ryan Beatty
Ryan Beatty
Begleitgesang
Abhi Raju
Abhi Raju
Gitarre
Versus
Versus
Saxofon
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
William Wood
William Wood
Komponist:in
Matthew Champion
Matthew Champion
Komponist:in
Dalvin Serino
Dalvin Serino
Komponist:in
Dominique Simpson
Dominique Simpson
Komponist:in
Imondre Goss
Imondre Goss
Komponist:in
Russell "JOBA" Boring
Russell "JOBA" Boring
Komponist:in
Ryan Beatty
Ryan Beatty
Komponist:in
Abhi Raju
Abhi Raju
Komponist:in
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Komponist:in
Ciarán McDonald
Ciarán McDonald
Komponist:in
Isaiah Merriweather
Isaiah Merriweather
Komponist:in
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Komponist:in
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Komponist:in
Darryl Gibbs
Darryl Gibbs
Komponist:in
Dominic Painter
Dominic Painter
Komponist:in
Hasani Lateef Chapman
Hasani Lateef Chapman
Komponist:in
M. Jacobs Jr.
M. Jacobs Jr.
Komponist:in
Shaeem Wright
Shaeem Wright
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kiko Merley
Kiko Merley
Produzent:in
Baird
Baird
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Video Store
Video Store
Produzent:in
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Produzent:in
Tyler Shields
Tyler Shields
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mischtechniker:in
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mischtechniker:in
Jacob Bryant
Jacob Bryant
Ingenieurassistent:in
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Shit, I was just talking 'bout Just, that grind, the trenches, just You know what I'm sayin', just all that I mean, you-you don't get the vibe of it? Feels good to get this shit out the mud, nigga Made it from hard times, it's still love for the slums, nigga We rob niggas just because, nigga And I'll serve you anything, but nothin' less than a dub, nigga And how it feel to be a dub, nigga? I'm tryna be a better man but nothin' less than a thug, nigga I kill shit, just check my background (bah) This murder gang shit my campground Check my résumé or ask 'round (yeah) We just simply never back down (nah) I caught a charge, now I'm back out I bet this carbon blow his back out Gettin' money, that's a fact now (Merlyn) Bitches, they don't know how to act now (Merlyn) The poor more polite, but the flow not nice (no) Watch for your wife, I might take her out your life (you know) She wet my white tee, now it's like a wet wipe (wet it) Respect my Tribe, I'm a dog like Phife (get it?) You love me like a check, but my name not Nike (get it?) Bitch, my number not a lottery I'm like, "Don't even talk to me" (stop) Honestly, wouldn't fly a Melbourne chick to Sydney, no (go Merlyn, go Merlyn) All of these bars bought chains Prison industries (go Merlyn, go Merlyn, go Merlyn) True, America did my people foul Then give me shot for free (go Merlyn, go Merlyn) While I watch Washington's wooden teeth in her booty cheeks Kings of last century, was living like peasantry I don't even like sleep, time is the only luxury Sendin' a fuck you to you all I'ma ship it, laminate it, got this shit straight off the lot We ain't renting no AVIS Got the neighbors going crazy It's me, Bari, and Flexy I can see through your bullshit, like your face was made of plexi' (haha) I could fuck around and get to soundin' like I'm whinin' man Only crybaby is the one inside the buggy, man You, I'm the bogeyman You, never sleep again Nightmares, it's fright-filled the moment Freddy tuck you in Stack my money higher than the foam atop a tidal wave Lonely like the point guard at the key, got the isolate Light it up, light it up, we bring the light show Who the hell invited all they friends? Fuck if I know (yeah, yeah, yeah) They at your window (them boy calling for you) They at your window (them boy coming for you) They at your window (you better not tell no lies) They at your window (you know them boys outside) They at your window (them boy calling for you) They at your window (them boy coming for you) They at your window (you better not tell no lies) And they ain't coming to play You should not tell no lies My pen could be a fortune teller or an ATM It's got intentions of its own, I can't even pretend Every moment is a fight nobody can defend The circumstances should've never been there to begin I watch the clocks melt as the Devil dances The chances are slim to none that you could understand this Lost language we incantin', pain campin' Amongst the stillborn raindrops is where I'm standin' I wake up breakin' up an eighth just to function Rather be in neutral than continue to get sunken All my niggas made it out the motherfuckin' dungeon Tank has been on E, but I gotta keep runnin' What you finna lean on when our system is crumbling? Everybody's reaching but they really end up fumbling when they touchdown Y'all don't appreciate in value like a bust down My shit authentic, they can never get enough now They at your window (them boy calling for you) They at your window (them boy coming for you) They at your window (you better not tell no lies) And they ain't coming to play You should not tell no lies I can see the eye upon me when I close mine Drug-induced comatosis leaking through me blind The body is the temple, I invite spirits We crack riddles and giggle behind closed blinds Born to bleed, the brave and free Got needs they gots to feed, I breathe to see defeat Fuck police and authority Never means nothing, mind-fucking myself to sleep Had to take it to the streets Capitalistic greed plague all society like COVID-19 Those dirty hands that feed don't buy it Government officials, don't give a fuck about the children What do you believe? Nothing's ever what it seems 'til you can't deny it Flashpoints and flashbangs dictate defiance History stuck on repeat in the loop of sirens Terrorizing, always lying Goddamn tyrants Don't play with knives, kid I tried to warn you These boys, they don't know you Outside, comin' for you 'Cause they don't love you and they don't know you I tried to warn you These boys, they don't know you Outside, comin' for you 'Cause they don't love you and they don't owe you shit Fuck the world and all that inhabit it Fuck the world and all that inhabit it Sometimes it's like Fuck the world and all that inhabit it Yeah, nigga We back up in this thing (road) Sometimes it's like, all or nothin' (road) Fuck the world and all that inhabit it Sometimes it's like Fuck the world and all that inhabit it Sometimes it's like Just pick me up in the four-door I'll bless the beat with smoke and rain ash like Mordor The warlord's comin', check the lamb for the slaughter The envy so green it should be flying a saucer, yeah And when the pressure is on, they gone Ghost ride whippin' not your friends no more, so long Snake sneakin' I'm feeling like I'm missin' But never that I'm still here bitch, so God's winnin' Lord willing (Lord willing) There's no ceiling (no ceiling) They all pussy (all pussy) Get out your feelings (get out your feelings) Can try and run it up but baby I'm chillin' (uh-huh) I make my money, then dip, stay killin' Stay killin', stay killin', stay killin' Why you always start prayin' when that trouble come around? (Why you always start prayin' when that trouble come around?) There them boys go again The Roadrunner
Writer(s): Imondre Shaver Goss, Jabari Manwarring, Darryl M. Gibbs, Dominique Simpson, Russell Evan Boring, Hasani Lateef Chapman, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood, M. Jacobs, Romil Hemnani, Matthew Garrett Champion, Dalvin Serino, Isaiah Merriweather, Dominic Painter, Ciaran Mcdonald, Ian Simpson, Shaeem Wright, Ryan Beatty, Vasant Sundaresan, Abhi Raju Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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