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brockhampton - cannon lyrics

[verse 1: kevin abstract]
this is everything i ever wanted though
dreaming of a candy store
brother couldn’t tell me more, no
so i need moments where i could be left alone
yeah, she let me ride along
to a place where i belong, woah, though
if you n-ggas ever get your money right
would you still be robbing n-ggas?
would you still be lying to yo momma? no
don’t you know i do this for your family?
’cause mine ain’t believe in me
left my hood so easily
eat, sleep, wash sheets, repeat
watch teachers teach

[verse 2: merlyn wood]
high and on the d-mn sidelines where the bleachers be
always feel like city streets, wish i was back in my sheets, sh-t
most days i don’t wanna be me, sh-t
don’t watch this, teen watch tv, sh-t
my whole family look like some gucci sh-t
shoutout my hood, they racist as h-ll, sh-t
i’m ’bout my papers like some d-mn immigrants, b-tch

[chorus: kevin abstract & merlyn wood]
one day i’ma get my bread up
all my real n-ggas been fed up
one day i’ma get my bread up
all my real n-ggas still fed up
one day i’ma get my bread up
all my real n-ggas been fed up
one day i’ma get my bread up
all my real n-ggas been set up

[verse 3: dom mclennon]
i cannot explain it
dropped down to my knees beneath the stars and started praying
life put me here for a reason, i am not complaining
look me in my eyes, i’m not here for your entertainment
do you follow?
i ain’t here as your role model
that pill is way too big to swallow
i hollowed out my path
borrow all my sorrow but don’t expect me to take it back

[verse 4: ameer vann]
i been dripping candy paint, grew up willow avenue
turned a right on yellowstone, you see what them players do
so i chuck the deuce who make us home to herschelwood
and shout out to my cousin mo, he got off a prison sentence
lock him in a penitentiary, he ain’t takin’ n-ggas with him
or his daughter either, so send the lord to keep her
’cause the police k!llin’ fathers, man, it hard to keep ’em
and that’s what’s in my blood, besides the oil and reefer
i’m in the black slab, tryna catch the reaper
it’s a four inside my cup, i crack the seal and fill it
it’s a hole inside me, i try to pour and fill it
but in the bottom, another monster, there’s somethin’ with it
i’m still that little n-gga with the little twisties
waitin’ for the bus and i just missed it
that’s why i’m still hungry, why you robbin’ n-ggas?
that’s why i dream bigger, f-ck a couple dollars
i want a hundred million, and one for all my n-ggas
and twenty for my mama, she need some bigger ceilings

[bridge: bearface]
i’m waiting on the birds to call me i, fly
i’m waiting on the birds to call me i
oh i, oh i
i’m waiting on the birds to call me i, fly
i’m waiting on the birds to call me i
oh i, oh i
i’m waiting on the birds to call me i, fly
i’m waiting on the birds to call me i
oh i, oh i
i’m waiting on the birds to call me i, fly
i’m waiting on the birds to call me i
oh i, oh i
i’m waiting on

[chorus: kevin abstract & merlyn wood]
one day i’ma get my bread up
all my real n-ggas been fed up
one day i’ma get my bread up
all my real n-ggas been fed up

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