SWEET - BROCKHAMPTON

Ah-ha-ha, I didn’t—ha-ha-ha, ah!

I didn’t know it was gonna—hehe

I didn’t know it was gonna hit your dick

Ah, damn that shit

Me llamo Roberto

Wait, what?

That’s a «Roberto»?

Stripped down to my skin and my bones

I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howw!)

In a pack but I feel all alone

I’m scatterbrained, man

Better offer the clone

Until you high as a plumber with race eyes, (chronic) doin' weird shit

Like, this’ll make your bio-pic (haha)

Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby’s

Get the wing tings (yum)

Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)

Whatchu mean, it ain’t working?

(what?)

Whatchu mean, you ain’t finding yourself?

(oh, I am, I’m trying)

Whatchu mean, you ain’t got no cash?

(I got a little bit)

Whatchu mean?

Whatchu mean?

Shouldn’t your pockets be big just like a fat chick?

(uh-huh)

Shouldn’t your mama be done paying the house off?

(I guess)

Shouldn’t you have a real big-ass ego?

(no)

Shouldn’t these girls be flockin' just like seagulls?

(eh)

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex

I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex

I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

The original lick-splickety

Higher than Yosemite

Breaking the mold mentally

Master with no limiting

Making em say ugh

They worshipping our force viciously

Watching the floor tip

In your temple of authenticity

Often they say I’m off it

I offer my crossed empathy

They forgot what we on

I’ll remind em with hostility

Hot diggity damn

Everyone running scams

Gotta cover your clams

And take another glance

Running a clinic

No scans

Ain’t no one claiming

Yo mans

It’s all pertaining

To plan

Call me the architect

Lap you in a UFO I haven’t started yet

Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at

Moses with the pen

Each line an ocean I can part it at

But that’s too deep

Don’t call me stupid, that ain’t the way my name pronounced

Don’t call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now

Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyonce will take me for adoption

Broke-ass rich suburbs

I said they ain’t shot, third war

We just by the fountain

This is Merlyn Wood, man

Everywhere I go is the woodlands

I need a honeybutter

Vodka in an Sprite can

When I’m in the Whataburger

All the kids know who I am

I need a honeybutter

Puttin' lean in my Sprite can

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex

I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex

I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

I got a record but I’m clean as they come

I’m Godzilla, when they see me they run

On 37th, used to run from the bloods

The undercovers gotta duck when they come

I moved out and in a couple of months

I’ma be a pop star, they call me a thug

I used to write raps on the back of the bus

Now I’m in the front seat shifting the gears

It’s funny how things can change

Three hundred dollars to my name, left to Hollywood

I was living off Ramen and change

Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay

Growing up my teachers told me

«You better get them grades up

If you wanna finish high school

And after high school, you better get a degree

'Cause it’s a dog-eat-dog world

You could live in the street»

Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan

Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD

Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT

Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream

One might say I was doomed from the get-go

But those same people assume, 'cause they’ll never know

What it’s like to be called to what’s not set in stone

I am one with the ebb and flow, that’s all I know

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex

I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me out like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex

I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex

I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me out like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex

I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit