SISTER/NATION - BROCKHAMPTON

Drink, got the alcopop with it, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don’t got no chains in my denim, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don’t listen what the blogs tell me, yeah, yeah, yeah

I know niggas got their own agenda, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’ve got but she would never know

I like to hide them, so much I lose myself

That’s why I’m pure to some, a psychopath to others

And grew up in counselling, flippin' off my counselors

They gave me mood stabilisers but when I came off 'em I was violent

Took the drugs that I wanted which didn’t help with the voices

They just grew louder and louder

They called the people who’d just chatter and chatter

I juggle all my personalities

«Estoy tan harto y cansado, no puedo seguir asíendo esto ojalá pudiera rendir

me pero tengo seguir siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos»

I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute

Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes

Got some D’s dropped out wanted to be Russell Simmons

Gotta keep workin', my head or in a vision

Where the kitchen at?

Keep the lyrics written

Raid my cell and dope, askin' for forgiveness

I just turn into somebody sellin' lemonade

Kiss your kiss and then before them bitches, run away

Get your man, get your man all up off me

Back again, 100 bands around me

In December, I don’t care what they call me

This for all my bro niggas, this for all them drugs, nigga

That you niggas made when I was still livin' at home, nigga

Did it on my own, nigga, grew up and I bossed out

Grew up and I bossed out, grew up and I bossed out

I see you peekin' through bushes and tryna get secret ingredients from us

I know that you do it 'cause you see us

Boomin' like C4 when you hit that detonator

Lucky lucky on the elevator

Eat my dust baby I’ll see ya later

I could always call your bluff

You already said enough

Take a risk bitch still sitting on your ass

Waiting for a handout

Giving nothin' put your hands down

Ooh yeah, this for the culture

Ooh yeah, this important

Fuck off with that slang shit

Fuck off with that networking

Keep ya mouth where the money at

Yellow lights on my dashboard, red flags in the rearview

I know I’m the one that made you upset, but all I wanna do is see you

You know that lately I don’t think straight, but I don’t really know what I’m

doing now

'Cause everybody got me fucked up, I’m struggling while on the move now

Yellow lights on my dashboard, red flags in the rearview

I know I’m the one that made you upset, but all I wanna do is see you

You know that lately I don’t think straight, but lately I don’t know what to do

now

'Cause everybody got me fucked up, I’m struggling while on the move now

Get your man, get your man all up off me

Back again, 100 bands around me

In December, I don’t care what they call me

Get your man, get your man all up off me

Back again, 100 bands around me

In December, I don’t care what they call me

Get your man, get your man all up off me

Back again, 100 bands around me

In December, I don’t care what they call me

Get your man, get your man all up off me

Back again, 100 bands around me

In December, I don’t care what they call me

Barely got control of it, must’ve got a hold of it

Threw me to the ground and left a scar right on my nigga lips

I look in the closet when I think about the past life

Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right

Fuck a flight, they ain’t never wanted to treat my pack right

Fuck a job, they ain’t never treat my mom and dad right

I hate the quiet suburbs, I hate those picket fences

I hate the separation, first thing they called me: Nigga

I fight, I got suspended

My teachers saw me hit him

So they ain’t listen to me, and from that moment on

I would learn that I was different, I would grow to see the difference

Second guessing my decisions, black bodies come up missing

I feel like all my days are coming to rubble

I feel like all my days are coming to rubble

I would walk through the halls at my own pace

Every lunch, I would flow, having no place

All the books in my bag till my bones ache

Wonder how the world would be if I had no face

If I had no heart, if I had no skin

And I was just thoughts, reminiscing the things always brushed off

Had my Father tell me I was just off

And when I look at the things that I’ve been through

And the things I survived and at what cost?

All alone in my life that I just lost

All this shit persevere to the pole vault

In the eyes of the law I’m a problem

In the eyes of blogs I’m a paycheck

In the eyes of the world I’m an icon

In the eyes of my own I ain’t start yet

In the eyes of the law I’m a problem

In the eyes of the blogs I’m paycheck

In the eyes of the world I’m an icon

In the eyes that I own I ain’t start yet

I feel like all my days are coming to rubble

I feel like all my days are coming to rubble

I feel like all my days are coming to rubble

I feel like all my days are coming to rubble