MILK - BROCKHAMPTON

I ain’t the same nigga that I once was

I lost my fucking mind and then I fell in love

I did a bunch of drugs because I can’t sleep

I lost a couple months, I chipped my fucking teeth

And there’s a couple women, and they know some things

About lies I done told and shit that I did said

And niggas that I robbed, so I’m real paranoid

I have voices in my head

Hi, my name is Merlyn

I just applied for food stamps

I just moved to California with my boy band

Dropped of a good school

Used to wanna sell coke

And whip an Audi Coupe crazy if i did that

Wouldn’t be talking to you

Walking through the pit balls

Crazy how you get them letters

And then make you feel the

Walking 'round the campus and

You’re the only african

Nobody would

Well…

I gotta get better at being me

(Being who I am)

I gotta get better at everything

(Being who I am)

I just want a friend that I can hang out with

(Being who I am)

Someone I can sit around, lay on my couch with

(Being who I am)

Even since I moved out I’ve been poor

Ever since I grew up I’ve been ugly

Ooh, and it get me some dollar

Dollar, dollar bills y’all

Ever since I left my momma house I’ve been mad as hell at the world

Sometimes you don’t get around when you feel it

Sometimes belly has a fell of fucking

Sometimes I wish that my fucking phone would fucking ring

And go off, and wake a nigga up

I’m used to being sad

And I’m used to being down

I’m used to being used

I miss my boy being around

I gotta get better at being me

(Being who I am)

I gotta get better at everything

(Being who I am)

I just want a friend that I can hang out with

(Being who I am)

Someone I can sit around, lay on my couch with

(Being who I am)

Droppin' on a one day

I just wanna be somebody someday

Droppin' on a world way

I just wanna be somebody someday

Droppin' on a one day

I just wanna be somebody someday

Droppin' on a one way

I just wanna be somebody someday

I gotta get better at being me

(Being who I am)

I gotta get better at everything

(Being who I am)

I just want a friend that I can hang out with

(Being who I am)

Someone I can sit around, lay on my couch with

(Being who I am)

for motivation of smaller things

But baby steps to my faster dreams

I’ve been told I’m too transparent with my thoughs sometimes

So I wrote songs until they pass, and I can fall in line

I fell apart the moment that you thought you found yourself

'Cause I knew at that point I couldn’t be on the equation anymore

But moving on with broke your hearts

We’ll show you everything you need to see about yourself to start moving forward

So many things I wanna say that I’m not sure need to be known

But everybody swears they fucking know me

So I, on the table

At that point I wonder what they’d show me

I almost lost my father

Still surreal for me to think about

Considering how many of my friends have lost theirs

I never know if what I say is the right thing

If not, I’m it’s all fair when it’s not you

Some people have angels

What if only shadows follow you?

And all the ghosts inside that seem hollow you

The branches of the weeping willow start to swallow you

And then you realize you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be

The horizon clear

You wipe your tears

And all the skeletons are ready for your story