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brockhampton - fuck out my ride lyrics

[intro]
pardon the, uh, technical difficulties

[verse 1: kevin abstract]
who let the dope boys out?
thank god you let me crash on your couch
who’s my god that i’m prayin’ to now?
early two+thous, they tried to jump me in, latino protection
any direction, you gave me your blessing
texan, i text him, i told him i got him
told him i made it to hollywood, all it took was a summer to fail
cancel me as hard as you want, it ain’t gon’ end me to h+ll
truth prevails, this is real, miss my brother
i love my mother, drove all the way to cali’ just to check up on me
made her go home, felt the virus
internet is like weed and false dreams mixed with silence
deals they had us sign, for years, it had me blind
think i had to hit rewind and think about why i do shine
got my cousin doin’ time, he was barely pushin’ dimes
his whole family cursed, now get the f+ck out my ride (pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)

[chorus: kevin abstract]
—ide+ide+ide+ide+ide+ide+ide, yeah, i
now get the f+ck out my ride
—ide+ide+ide+ide+ide+ide+ide, yeah, i
now get the f+ck out my ride
—ide+ide+ide+ide+ide+ide+ide, yeah, i
now get the f+ck out my ride
—ide+ide+ide+ide+ide+ide+ide, yeah, i
now get the f+ck out my ride
[verse 2: danny brown]
live from the gutter, blood like red paint spills
you n+ggas ain’t alpha, you’re incels
you normies ain’t a part of the script, doxx your house with crips
pop sh+t, now you got content, constant
where to begin? a veteran with medicine pen
let ’em all in, treat ’em like they next of my kin
checkin’ your chin way before the record begin
n+ggas blow a lot of smoke like they breath in the wind
ain’t no pretend, tell you how it is, how it go
what do you know, when you start escapin’ your soul
white on the street, walking the beat like abbey road
truth be told, no such thing as real n+gga mode
through the lights, camera, action, glamor, glitters and gold
unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
no peace on the street, so i’m clutchin’ my heat
gotta watch for these savages roamin’ the street (check)

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