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brockhampton – critique* lyrics

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[intro: dj bobbito garcia]
pardon the, uh, technical difficulties

[verse 1: kevin abstract & merlyn wood]
i critique signs, critique harsh
have a barber at my funeral, make sure my n+ggas cut right
lineups like they fresh for a flight, my whole life been glamorized
and dramatized, my s+xuality, but baby make it sanitized
just make the motherf+ckers feel it, ’cause it’s hammer+sized
deep in the atlanta night, we all f+ck them famous guys
who my n+ggas? turn my chin up, i only keep a landline
holler if you feel me, this feel like the night that ‘pac died
how you hold n+ggas that look like us
and when the ones around your city tryna get ya who do i trust?
i seen them lined up and loaded, some of the boys even look like us
man, i love my couple, double up
and i f+ck my thugs, that’s love (merlyn)

[chorus: kevin abstract]
i wanna have it bangin’, keep it southern for ya
i wanna hold it down and keep it comin’ for ya right
tell them motherf+ckers they cannot control my life, life, life, life
i wanna have it bangin’, keep it southern for ya
i wanna hold it down and keep it comin’ for ya right
tell them motherf+ckers they cannot control ya life, life, life, life
[verse 2: merlyn wood]
merlyn
wizard in nazareth, tryna catch a bad b+tch
burnin’ big bushes but they never burn the ashes
catch ’em with the bass line, bring ’em to my palace
like how my ma [?] put this in my writing
one hit of this make the sky really different
ran for forty nights but i sting like cassius
inside her thighs, that’s aurora borealis
that’s my memory, memory, missionary secondary
sorry, baby, baby, know you lookin’ for a hubby
but the blue faces only thing i wasn’t trustin’
yes, lord, give it to me, yes, lord, give it to me
god made melody so i could make money, money

[chorus: kevin abstract]
i wanna have it bangin’, keep it southern for ya
i wanna hold it down and keep it comin’ for ya right
tell them motherf+ckers they cannot control my life, life, life, life
i wanna have it bangin’, keep it southern for ya
i wanna hold it down and keep it comin’ for ya right
tell them motherf+ckers they cannot control ya life, life, life, life



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