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brockhampton - track 20 lyrics

[chorus: kevin abstract]
you gotta get your head in the building
y’all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
my n-gg- bag it up and he don’t ever make me fear em
i ain’t tripping, really, let the world do the healing
you gotta get your head in the building
y’all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
my n-gg- bag it up and he don’t ever make me fear em
i ain’t tripping, really, let the world do the healing

[verse 1: merlyn wood]
bag it up i keep trapping
used to not afford no dollar menu, now i be big mac, kid
getting kicked out of [?], that be past tense
now when i’m in that b-tch they polite as a pastor
bag it up, on the road
time to go back to war
all the things that i said i’d do, i went and did
all my fault, all my [?] i said that sh-t
bag it up, on the road
time to go, everyday do the things that i say
bag it up, on the road
time to go, everyday do the things that i say

[bridge: kevin abstract]
d-mn, bother mine
she ain’t need to say it, time to bother mine
bag in the back, time to bother mine
bag in the back, time to bother mine

[verse 2: kevin abstract]
my biggest issue is i can’t have a kid
ok, i’m lying, got some other f-cking issues b-tch
i always wonder what it’s like on the other side
guess i’ll get to see it whenever my mother dies
i’m sorry mom for making songs about the sh-t you done
you been the greatest no excuse for a sh-tty son
moved to progressive california, ay i switched up
i was raised where some n-gg-s getting lynched up
if you ain’t playing ball or throwing sets up
was getting jumped on for trying to play dress-up
i’m tired of seeing n-gg-s that i hate copy me
i’m tired of h-m-phobic n-gg-s that follow me
they’re probably same type of n-gg-s that’ll swallow me
i know you think that sh-t was weak but that was tongue-in-cheek
put the tongue to the cheek, pose for the pic
y’all look the same, n-gg-s getting desperate
you want some f-cking love?
you want some instagram likes?
you’re posted in the club
i’m in the hotel room on tour, man
set the stew up
everywhere i go man
i liked wayne when i was in the f-cking sixth grade
that’s why ashlan keep the camera on me all day
a young spike jonze, movies on my iphone
this music sh-t sh-t is cool, wait to see what
(keep it rolling, keep it rolling)

[verse 3: matt champion]
baby wanna k!ll me
skin like armadillo
america the new saddle
feel it in my blood
let the gold drape my neck
let the silver grip my knuckles
when they ask you who shot em
n-body doing jail time
n-body paying consequence
silence when it rest
words murder all time
got that sh-t offset
now my b-tch upset
yeah i creep upstream
ima bury till they send me
i’m a gun to the human
i’m a psychopath
i’m a menace, man, with no dentist plan after 27
offset, offset, i’m a scape rat
i’m a mallrat with that palm sweat on my white tee
i’m like sight see with my cc, yo ceo
i need us, i need love, i need hope (ahh) to keep me going
i need to keep them doors open
i ain’t talk unless the cash there
with denim and cashmere
crib in j-pan
sushi in my hand
recording everything
[?]
black everything

[verse 4: joba]
i don’t wanna seem too blunt, but i can’t get behind this bullsh-t
i mean everything you do is a nusaince
and you say you wanna ride with the shooters?
if that’s true, forgive me if i’m wrong
but i’ma bet my life on it, you don’t even own a gun
wave hi as i stand outside (hi!)
with my short-shorts on
you sneak a picture, there’s a shoobie on yo front lawn
hit you on the head with my flip flop
spin in the air like i did that
laying low til i flip out, i’m a bit imbalanced, i know
20-20 vision i’m watching
you built a career off of problems
you ain’t ever deal with this toxic, you should be ashamed
i see right through the facade
you must think everyone’s blind
i don’t play into the lies
i just thought you should know

[chorus: kevin abstract]
you gotta get your head in the building
y’all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
my n-gg- bag it up and he don’t ever make me fear him
i ain’t tripping, really, let the world do the healing
you gotta get your head in the building
y’all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
my n-gg- bag it up and he don’t ever make me fear him
i ain’t tripping, really, let the world do the healing

- brockhampton lyrics

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