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JUNKY
by BROCKHAMPTON
on SATURATION Ii (2017), SATURATION I 2 III (2017)
[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me Ilamo Roberto, y estamos buscando a Jaden Smith
[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
I spit my middle out, lookin' out for my best interests
He gave me good head, peepin' out while the windows tinted
I speak in tongues, and I arrive without a damn mention
It's kinda sick and I was born in 1996 and
1999 the only twelvemonth that I recollect
I slip through the cracks without havin' a damn temper
I bleach my hair considering these bitches all most they bitchin'
I say shit when I rap and y'all niggas barely heed
I exercise the virtually for the culture, nigga, past just existing
Delete my tweets cause I'm ashamed of beingness a fuckin' Simpson
I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain't listen?
I signed a pub bargain and her opinion fuckin' disappearin'
I'g payin' bills for my sister and tryna fund her business
Is information technology homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas?
You know like closet niggas, masc-type
Why don't you take that mask off? That's the thought I had concluding dark
"Why you always rap about bein' gay?"
Cause non plenty niggas rap and be gay
Where I come up from, niggas get called "faggot" and killed
So I'ma get head from a nigga right here
And they can come up and cut my manus off and, and my legs off and
And I'ma still be a dominate 'til my caput gone, yeah
[Chorus: Ameer Vann]
Intermission the bicycle, cop the steel, hold my niggas downwardly
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crackin' sounds
Intermission the wheel, cop the steel, concur my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crackin' sounds
Break, pause, intermission the steel, agree my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crevice, crack, crack
Suspension the wheel, cop the steel, agree my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear scissure
[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I don't trust nobody, cause they don't deserve it
Niggas run in your house, they know y'all doin' muddied (go ahead at present)
I got my mitt on an ounce then now I got money servin'
I but bought me a fifth and now I'one thousand 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 zilch (become ahead now)
I ain't nether control, I'm losin' motor role
I need an intervention, I need an exorcism
I demand a therapist, paranoia and drug habit
It'southward very scary, my momma don't even recognize me
I'thou goin' crazy, don't need nobody to say they love me
My acts of desperation, I'grand on an empty stomach
So fuck the consequences, I ain't runnin' from them
[Poesy 3: Merlyn Wood]
Feelin' like a goner, put my life in locker
Hotbox in the Hummer, hot bars in the summer
If I had the option, I would do it all once more
If I had a option, I would do it all again
I just wanna experience like I did the right program
I merely want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (again)
When I cut that feel I do nothing merely diplomas
Love is knowin' that you didn't do it past your lonesome
So I forgive my mommy, daddy, auntie and my uncles
For guilt-tripping feelings whenever they telephone call my number
They run into men dream, they come across men fallin'
But when I dream, I'thou smashing on a lana
[Verse 4: Matt Champion & JOBA]
Both pessimistic, drug addicted, caught in our feelings
Nosotros spit venom so stare at the ceiling wondering why
My mom'due south no alcoholic, she but wanna drown her sorrows
Dearest her to death and soon enough 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 simulated it, no givin', just takin'
I took some steps to be a bigger person
I should've thrown ya off the highway to cars swerving
Own't no brunt, own't no sermon, ain't no motherfuckin' plaque
I hate these hospitals and police and the smell of death, all that
I detest these shady folk that want a courtly
But don't care for lady right, but they exist sayin' similar (just the tip)
And, yeah, you lot mad 'cause she ain't fuck, mad 'cause she own't suck
Beat your ass before you got fourth dimension to say "Why not?"
Here to catch ya sideslip up, wish you could just rewind
Time to non fuck up, thought you lot were merely lucked upwardly
Where the respect? Is your ass human being?
I await you in your eyes, say "fuck you, are you fuckin' stupid?"
Respect my mother, 'spect my sister, 'spect these women, male child
I get my nine-nine, I don't own ane, striking the store to blow your brains off
Better hope my aim off, meliorate promise the range off
Better hope my tame off before I blow your brains off, boy
[Outro: Dom Mc
Lennon]
No hands with the stunts
Jump off the roof similar I do what I want
All of the life in my by wanna haunt
And my sight of the future get-go to taunt my appetite
Man on the moon, I'm marooned, I ain't trippin'
I'1000 on a mission
Every time that I speak they ain't skippin'
Turned my inspiration to a vision, that'due south a given, no slipping
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