If I Had the Option I Would Do It All Again Brockhampton
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JUNKY
by BROCKHAMPTON
on SATURATION II (2017), SATURATION I II Three (2017)
[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me Ilamo Roberto, y estamos buscando a Jaden Smith
[Verse ane: Kevin Abstruse]
I spit my heart out, lookin' out for my best interests
He gave me adept head, peepin' out while the windows tinted
I speak in tongues, and I arrive without a damn mention
It'due south kinda ill and I was built-in in 1996 and
1999 the but year that I remember
I slip through the cracks without havin' a damn temper
I bleach my hair considering these bitches all about they bitchin'
I say shit when I rap and you lot niggas barely listen
I do the most for the culture, nigga, by just existing
Delete my tweets cause I'thousand ashamed of being a fuckin' Simpson
I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain't heed?
I signed a pub deal and her opinion fuckin' disappearin'
I'm payin' bills for my sister and tryna fund her business organization
Is it homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas?
You know similar closet niggas, masc-blazon
Why don't you take that mask off? That's the thought I had last night
"Why you lot ever rap most bein' gay?"
Cause non plenty niggas rap and be gay
Where I come from, niggas get chosen "faggot" and killed
So I'ma become head from a nigga right here
And they can come and cut my hand off and, and my legs off and
And I'ma still be a boss 'til my head gone, yeah
[Chorus: Ameer Vann]
Break the wheel, cop the steel, hold my niggas downwardly
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crackin' sounds
Break the wheel, cop the steel, agree my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crackin' sounds
Interruption, interruption, pause the steel, hold my niggas downward
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crack, crack, fissure
Suspension the bicycle, cop the steel, hold my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crack
[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I don't trust nobody, cause they don't deserve it
Niggas run in your house, they know you doin' dingy (get ahead now)
I got my hand on an ounce so now I got coin servin'
I merely bought me a fifth and now I'thou speedin', swervin' (go ahead now)
I took an eighth of them shrooms and now I'm hearin' voices
I took like two of them pills, I can't remember null (get ahead now)
I ain't under command, I'm losin' motor role
I demand an intervention, I need an exorcism
I need a therapist, paranoia and drug addiction
Information technology's very scary, my momma don't fifty-fifty recognize me
I'm goin' crazy, don't need nobody to say they love me
My acts of desperation, I'm on an empty tummy
So fuck the consequences, I ain't runnin' from them
[Poesy 3: Merlyn Forest]
Feelin' like a goner, put my life in locker
Hotbox in the Hummer, hot bars in the summer
If I had the selection, I would do it all again
If I had a option, I would do it all again
I just wanna feel like I did the right programme
I only want to entreatment to my dad and my cousins (again)
When I cut that feel I do null just diplomas
Love is knowin' that y'all didn't do it past your lonesome
And then I forgive my mommy, daddy, auntie and my uncles
For guilt-tripping feelings whenever they call my number
They see men dream, they see men fallin'
But when I dream, I'm smashing on a lana
[Poesy iv: Matt Champion & JOBA]
Both pessimistic, drug addicted, caught in our feelings
We spit venom then stare at the ceiling wondering why
My mom's no alcoholic, she just wanna drown her sorrows
Love her to expiry and soon plenty I'll give back all I borrowed
Both so submissive, take turns dominating, the light has been faded
This detest-fueled love, we don't fake it, no givin', simply takin'
I took some steps to be a bigger person
I should've thrown ya off the highway to cars swerving
Ain't no burden, ain't no sermon, ain't no motherfuckin' plaque
I hate these hospitals and police and the smell of death, all that
I hate these shady folk that desire a ladylike
But don't treat lady correct, but they exist sayin' like (just the tip)
And, yeah, you mad 'crusade she own't fuck, mad 'cause she ain't suck
Beat out your donkey before you got time to say "Why non?"
Here to catch ya slip up, wish you could just rewind
Fourth dimension to non fuck up, thought you were but lucked upwardly
Where the respect? Is your ass human?
I look you in your eyes, say "fuck yous, are you fuckin' stupid?"
Respect my mother, 'spect my sister, 'spect these women, boy
I get my 9-ix, I don't own i, striking the store to blow your brains off
Better hope my aim off, meliorate hope the range off
Amend hope my tame off before I accident your brains off, boy
[Outro: Dom Mc
Lennon]
No easily with the stunts
Spring off the roof like I practise what I want
All of the life in my by wanna haunt
And my sight of the future offset to taunt my ambition
Homo on the moon, I'm marooned, I ain't trippin'
I'm on a mission
Every time that I speak they ain't skippin'
Turned my inspiration to a vision, that'south a given, no slipping
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