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BROCKHAMPTON - GINGER Album Lyrics



BROCKHAMPTON - GINGER Lyrics






NO HALO

I don't know where I'm goin'
If I gotta take the high road, I'm rollin'

I ain't tryna get like all up in your head again, Montana, 'Lanta
Maybe I should just go mosey my ass over to your house
What about the sight of you up on the couch, so cozy, lowly lit
Like rosy cheeks, oh you so cozy with somebody else
Get nervous, my stomach churning, burning
I'm beat, ready to knock some teeth out of his ass
Late night corner, we pass
Lick that Swisher, get red
Used to skip rocks 'round that bend
We don't go there no more
We don't see sun no more
Baby wanna raid the whole apartment like the FBI
Takin' everything, from pots and pans, to fans and Goldeneye
Everything 'cept the dog
Everything in the drawers
Used to be so perfect, but it's never gettin' solved

I'm sure I'll find it
No one help me when my eyes go red
I'm sure I'll find it
No one help me when my, no one help when my-
I'm sure I'll find it
No one help me when my eyes go red
I'm sure I'll find it
No one help me when my, no one help when my-

Do I matter? I'm ecstatic, I'm depressed
More like God's special mess, never had no halo
Trippy, I can barely hike it out of bed
Time bomb under it, persuading you to hop in
Hmm, options, runnin' out of options
Hmm, options, used to have options
Hmm, options, runnin' out of options
Hmm, options, used to have options

I don't know where I'm goin'
If I gotta take the high road, I'm rollin'
I don't know where I'm goin'
If I gotta take the high road, I'm rollin'

I'm sure I'll find it
No one help me when my eyes go red
I'm sure I'll find it
No one help me when my, no one help when my-
I'm sure I'll find it
No one help me when my eyes go red
I'm sure I'll find it
No one help me when my, no one help when my-

Used to fight all my night terrors, now I smoke through the dreams
Depression put me into places where I'm stuck in the seams
They seal my mouth, and said the only way to breathe is to scream
Pop the stitches from society and fall to my knees
The machines weavin' our fate are gettin' harder to please
But I believe to an extreme
(And we all can find a way)
To anybody listenin', that's in between
(And we all can find a way)

Went to church for the hell of it, stumbled in drunk as shit
Been goin' through it again
Been talkin' to myself, wonderin' who I am, been thinkin', I am better than Him
In times like these, I just need to believe it's all part of a plan
Lost a part of me, but I am still here

Wash it out of all of me to feel the fire (maybe, I been gone for a minute)
But you know, you know that's a lie (no one help me when my eyes go)
Wash it out of all of me to feel the fire (maybe, I been gone for a minute)
But you know, you know that's a lie (no one help me when my eyes go)

I'm sure I'll find it
No one help me when my eyes go red
I'm sure I'll find it
No one help me when my, no one help when my-
I'm sure I'll find it
No one help me when my eyes go red
I'm sure I'll find it
No one help me when my, no one help when my
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Writer: Ciaran McDonald, Dominique Simpson, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, Ryan Beatty, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






SUGAR

Spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me
You're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep
Tell me what I'm waitin' for
Tell me what I'm waitin' for
I know it's hard, but we need each other
Know it's hard, but we need each other

I move mountains on my own
Don't need nobody help
Changed your mind when I changed my life
Better start believin' in myself
And we all out lookin' for, lookin' for God
So we never see it in ourselves
Shit, divine intervention move in stealth
It's hard to tell what the prayer compelled
You can find me dancin' in between the raindrops
Tryna find a way to make the pain stop
Overtime on the graveyard
Got a nigga feelin' brainwashed
My instability's trademark
Copywritten in all my decisions
This is not supposed to be a way of livin'
Tear my temple down into a prison

Spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me
You're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep
Tell me what I'm waitin' for
Tell me what I'm waitin' for
I know it's hard, but we need each other
Know it's hard, but we need each other

Yeah, back on Vincent with the braces on
You slide out the back without the neighbors knowin'
Pose for the picture with the pearly whites
Dead lens zoomin' in, catchin' all my strikes
Used to trade Jordan for some molly
And she gave me all I need for the night, forties suffice
Morally alright, but I need some advice
And I know that I'm actin' foolish
Could you pick me up around noon-ish?
Half a blunt, yeah, we coolin'
Twist it up, puttin' on OutKast
Hunnid, Texas heat, and yeah, we cruisin'

But when I love you right, I love you right
All by yourself
But I'll make it bright, baby, I want you to know
I'ma be there for you, I'ma make you see that
I want you
I want you

Spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me
You're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep
Tell me what I'm waitin' for
Tell me what I'm waitin' for
I know it's hard, but we need each other
Know it's hard, but we need each other

Back and forth
I'll take that if that's all you askin' for
With my legs up on the dashboard
Only thing in my pocket is my passport, pa- passport
Back and forth
I'll take that if that's all you askin' for
With my legs up on the dashboard
Only thing in my pocket is my passport, pa- passport
Back and forth
I'll take that if that's all you askin' for
With my legs up on the dashboard
Only thing in my pocket is my passport, pa- passport

So, do you love me, love me, love me?
Do you love me, love me, love me?
Do you love me, love me, love me?
Do you love me, love me? Oh
Do you love me, love me, love me?
Do you love me, love me, love me?
Do you love me, love me, love me?
Do you love me, love me? Oh
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Writer: Ian Charles Simpson, Chuks Chiejine, Ciaran McDonald, Dominique Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Ryan Beatty
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






BOY BYE

(Jabari, mi paddy!)

Ayy, everybody ask me how I deal with my depression
Man look (man look), I don't got the answer to your question
If I did, you would probably never hear from me again
That's a promise, not a threat and it ain't no half stepping (yeah)
Can't let it compromise the pace I'm setting (hey)
Grandma told me don't forget to count my blessings (woo)
Breaking up botanicals to ease my stressing
Was the one that you needed but you weren't expecting
Game need refreshing (hey), what you been suggesting? (Hey)
Wrote a new constitution, we don't need amending (hey)
I go Johnnie Cochran when I'm raising my defenses (yeah)
Man, I feel like Michael Keaton when a nigga start ascending (hey)
Never second guessing (hey), had to do a lot of resting (hey)
Like I played for Popovich, tryna find our new direction (woo)
Listen, I ain't for the shelving, what you niggas telling?
My team be rebelling from whenever you was heading, goddamn

Man, this shit bump like a belly when it's pregnant (mhm)
Bonafide big bird lookin' like a Yeti (mhm)
Swift feet cheetah, that's a real big kitty
Made y'all judges, that's a real ass feeling
I don't like the sly ones, forget 'em and I dead 'em (yeah)
Always off the shit like a constipated reverend (alright)
Y'all don't like to shit talk, dumb pun, all fun
But I make your bitch crack a giggle with the next one (oh)
Goofy ass boy, look like Elmer Fudd cousin (sheesh)
Heavy-ass feet, bet Pluto heard you comin' (shit)
Actin' like Regina, you a lil' bit dramatic (George)
I've been in the cockpit, I been in the cabin (right)
Take the eagle out just to ride around the planet (right)
Damn, I'm like Kirby, man, I don't take damage
Oh, so hot, so, sst, get branded
I'm just havin' fun, cops hit me, goddamn it (oh yeah)

Trauma got me f*cked up, my mama got me f*cked up
My lil' nigga locked up, it's like Hakuna Matata
Never liked Sci-Fi, empathetic WiFi
Keep it in the back room, hide it with my dry eye
Put it in the vacuum, I got love for my label
Fifteen million on the table, none of my niggas are stable
Need a personal connection, I just wanna feel you baby
Bein' sober made me realize how poorly I been behavin', uh

My bitch is so pretty, pretty (mmh)
I get cash like really, really
Tell the DJ, man, he ain't slick
'Cause he ain't playin' hits, he silly, silly (mmh)
My bitch is so pretty, pretty (mmh)
I get cash like really, really (get it)
Tell the DJ, man, he ain't slick
'Cause he ain't playin' hits, he silly, silly (boy, bye)

Ring in their ears like a bark
Always feel left in the dark
Trauma the price for the patience
Character shift like an arc
Move like my shit stay in park
Don't feel the love or respect
Grip like a hand on my neck
This is the year, place your bets (boy, bye)

Ooh, ooh, beautiful and bashful
Ooh (mmh), ooh, ooh (mmh)
I'm beautiful and bashful
Boy, bye (goddamn! Mmh)
Boy, bye
Boy, bye (goddamn! Mmh)
I'm beautiful and bashful
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Writer: Varoujan, Ciaran Mcdonald, Dominique Simpson, Ian Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Reza Attaei, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






HEAVEN BELONGS TO YOU

Immersed myself in discontent
Hoping you can only repent these things
It smells like ginger

What you mean, I ain't green like Timothy?
Dead leaves in the breeze, sweep your chimneys
See the boy tried me, now the boy deceased
They put the blame on me, but hey it wasn't me
Like God can't judge me, but only God can see
I ain't bein' judged, no one judgin' me
I walk on water, pain and torture, what I bring to these
And there's a war in my head, just like the Middle East
And I'm the flurry, vision blurry, see soliloquies
I didn't get the memo, didn't CC me
Only CC me when I'm doin' burglaries
And if it weren't on TV you wouldn't have ever seen

F*ck God, I'ma dog backwards
Backwards, I don't smoke Backwoods
What you saying? Why you praying for forgiveness?
When you wanna get money, get them riches
Like what you saying? Why you praying for forgiveness?
Whole lot of shit and some bitches, like
(Mhh, mhh, yeah, f*ck it, yeah, yeah)

Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
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Writer: Jabari Manwarring, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Romil Hemnani, Tyron Frampton
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






ST. PERCY

I'm the same one you seen in the classroom, ay
We was chillin' in the stall makin' crowds move, ay
Young K still posted in the A like a Brave
No chain, ya boys got what make my neck f*ckin' bang
Hanging on your speaker, banging on your speaker, baby
Need to find the reason to make you believe me, baby
Young Nolan, Playstation, controlling
Send 'em just to get 'em, I hit 'em when it is over
Roll over your soldier, no coaster
I told ya I'm back whenever the storm is over
Send it back if them boys wanna feel the clover
No closure, never reply to faux orders
My nigga sold sculpture, such a short quota
Police pull up on me, boy, I kept that cold shoulder
Cop runneth over for a hunnid orders
All I got is pennies, still want me to f*ckin' flow, bruh

There is no love in the ghetto
Money, money, we are just getting get go
There is no love in the ghetto
Money, money, we are just getting get go
Ooh-oh-ooh, oh, oh

How you do that right there, boo? I'm bamboozled, yeah
Legs go up behind the head like leopard ambushin', huh
Give her space, big ol' drop, call it Grand Canyon, huh
She bust back, blow a fuse out the damn cannon
Circus ol', okay, Rolie
Polie, slide that, pole, yeah, low blow
Not seen like a dodo (no), I skip fall, stay snow globe
Stuck inside the corridor, make me go so loco
Major League, I'm Sheen (uh), call me Wild Thing (uh)
She got strings all up the neck, just like a violin
I crave that chada-ching, when that venom sting
Eyes turn redder than a motherf*ckin' cherry stem

Run up a check, mhh, ahh, hit 'til I miss, ayy, uh
And they keep on hittin', my niggas ain't quitting, they way too legit, mhh, ahh
Don't get on my list, mhh, ahh, I'm from the abyss, mhh, ahh
You saying you real But I watch how you act and I can't be convinced, mhh, ahh
Smokin' 'em out like a habit, you know we could make it tragic
Money had never made nigga, we holdin' all our money in the mattress
Fire rapid like a savage, taste is way above your palate
No, I ain't for burying the hatchet
Take a break to pick apart the balance of this madness

You got big boy money like you ready for war
You be talkin' like you really gon' run that though
You be runnin' like the snot drainin' in from your nose
That's that ice cream sugar, that cocaine throat
And this shit gon' bounce like my shin off your dome
And you know these boys deep, we ain't fittin' in the door
And my dogs they bark, Michael Vick on fours
Boy this shit long gone, why you hit my phone?

See how real it is, homie
See how real it is, huh? (hell no)

Murder man, murder man
Someone better hold me before this shit ugly
Murder man, murder man
Someone better
Murder man, murder man
Someone better
Murder man, man
Someone hold me, shit gets out
Murder man, murder man
Someone better hold me before this shit gets ugly
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Donovan Knighton, Christopher Dooley, Ciaran McDonald, Dominique Simpson, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






IF YOU PRAY RIGHT

Hallelujah (hey), holy lion, word to Judas (hey)
How I'm supposed to (hey), trust what you say is the truest? (right)
Haile Selassie (uh), insha'Allah if I gotta (woo)
Spin my words around as if you wanted a mandala, for Nirvana
Singin' a sonata towards our karma
Did a rain dance, bringin' commas from Tacoma to Oaxaca
I got spirits in my heart that make my mind move like it's water
Flow into the moment and avoid the melodrama
Gotta breathe for a second, can't believe anybody still testing
My whole team is a force to be reckoned with
Operating like specialists
One, to the two, to the, "Who are you?"
Sending out projections with prejudice
My attention to detail is in scale with classic impressionists
So the lesson is your prerequisites are irrelevant to my standards (right)
It's a deficit in your settlement, you better learn to mind all your manners (right)
My whole troop been goin' bananas
Try and step inside of our jungle (right)
You can try to take all your chances
We won't help your ass if you stumble, boo (right)

Hiding at my partner's house
Couple bands'll send 'em out
Instead of feeling trippy, dog
You need to help your city out
Hiding at my partner's house
Couple bands'll send 'em out
Instead of feeling trippy, dog
You need to help your city out

Couple with that teflon
Couple with that teflon
Couple with that teflon
Couple bands ins-, couple bands ins-
Couple with that teflon
Couple with that teflon
Couple bands inside the mouth
Couple bands ins-, couple bands ins-

Watch your back (ayy), don't leave your door cracked (yeah, yeah)
Slither through your space and watch it all collapse (yeah)
Watch your back (what), don't leave your door cracked (woohoo)
Slither through your space and watch it all collapse (if you, if you, if you, if you, hey)

If you want a feature we can figure it out
Want a color for your album, we can figure it out
How you not invite the boys who colored your rollout
Then they copy, paste hard work from the BH house
I always got something to say when you take food from my mouth
I begged my mommy for money until the day it ran out
They say, "We helped you when and when, now you should figure it out"
Figure it out

Hiding at my partner's house
Couple bands'll send 'em out
Instead of feeling trippy, dog
You need to help your city out
Hiding at my partner's house
Couple bands'll send 'em out
Instead of feeling trippy, dog
You need to help your city out

Couple with that teflon
Couple with that teflon
Couple with that teflon
Couple bands ins-, couple bands ins-
Couple with that teflon
Couple with that teflon
Couple bands inside the mouth
Couple bands ins-, couple bands ins-

Waste your breath, watch the tone though
Take you to the dojo
Roll up my doja, sticky fingers
At the door, bruh, Jehovah, you hoe bitch
Witness sadistic shit, well come again
Next time I'll take my belt off, spank you
Bad kid, bad seed, not me, got beef
I leave body, blackout from rage
Childproof my pockets, don't need the options
Romanticizing what I do if I ain't stop me
Can be off me, tread lightly

Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
Break the law

I'm tired of making a fool out of me and you
Is there anything that I can do that'll save us, baby?
Is there anybody lovin' lies and robbin' shotties, .45's?
I'm still alive, and no drunk drivin', that's how they killed my brother
(Walking with Jesus)
You know, you know betta, betta, betta, betta, betta
Betta, betta, betta, betta, betta, betta, betta, bet on it
Betta bet on it, betta bet on it, hey
(Walking with Jesus)
You know, you know betta
Betta, betta, betta, be-et on it
Bet on it, eh, eh, eh, eh, yeah
Eh, yeah
I wanna sing, I wanna
I wanna sing, ooh
(Just tell 'em, tell 'em that)
Ah, cool
(Walking with Jesus Christ)
(Walking with the Lord)
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Writer: Otis George Johnson, Dominique Simpson, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Jordan Houston, Matthew Garrett Champion, Patrick Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






DEARLY DEPARTED

I pray I find you at the bottom of the hill
I pray I make it outta Texas
I pray my A/C come back on
My mom was stuck outside her job
My sister just asked for a Lexus
Can Jesus send me a message?
What's the point of havin' a best friend if you end up losin' him?
World don't view my text messages
World don't view my text messages
Don't view my bad side
Only get on the 'Gram to show you motherf*ckers the best side
Who am I?
Who am I? Who am I?
Why I hide? Huh
Fourth-grade, Mary J. Blige
All I like, I made a mill off a lie
And I lie so I write another lie
Rca, that note wasn't 'bout y'all
No lies, 'bout how me and my brothers been traumatized
And I must keep creatin' truths and hooks to get up outta this hell for myself
Seashells

Dearly departed
Look what you've started
I've been so heartless
I try, I try, I try
Why?
Why?
Why?
Try

Big dog, I feel like I don't got anybody on my side no more
Highs to low, truth be told
It's hard ignore, hard to endure
Where's my stamina in this life?
Make sure my family tight
More rubies on my neck and they catch me at night
Lookin' immaculate, no one in sight
Standards are high, expectation is low
Wake up sweatin' at night, mind in a flight
I don't get scared no more when I'm standing on the mountain-top
I'm afraid of people dying
Rest in peace Wako, Ray, Rita
Wish you could've took me to Japan
Back ten years, holdin' my hand, felt like a hundred grand
Wish them letters didn't fade, love will never do the same
Out the window screamin' your name, bless it
Mama on track, my dad got my back
My sister graduated, now she racin'
Love her through the days and Whiskey in my hand
Bloody colored trinkets wrapped around my wrist
Looking magnificent, man
No stoppin' me, no boggin' me down
I know myself, me and the obstacles now
I done shit on myself too much to not know how to move properly now
On the property now, money gets foul
Keep your wits about you
They stretch the truth longer than the Nile
Eyes full of evil, mouth full of vile
They tracin' your smile
Stay alert, big dog
Only one life is offered to you
(Only one life is offered to you)

How many sides to a story can there be when you saw it with your own eyes?
I got all my thoughts out on records y'all won't ever hear
Try to give it time
Find that truth trickles down, hits the fan
Freezes over like a dagger to the spine
When somebody that you know throws you in the fire
How do you survive?
I kicked down the door inside a home
I didn't own just to save a friend's life
Little did I know, the one who pulled the strings was once on my side
I had just moved to Texas, tried to make it right
I do not feel obliged to dismiss the truth because of how I feel about our time
If I knew what you would do to someone you owe money to, you wouldn't get a dime
Watch for where you land, sorry 'bout your plans
That was all a scam, you won't understand
Pass the weight off to your friends and never face the truth
Because you never learned how to be a man
And it's not my fault, and it's not my problem anymore
That's just where you stand
That's just who you are
That's your cross to bear
You could talk to God
I don't wanna hear, motherf*cker
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Writer: Clifford F. Simpson, Dominique Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jimmy Ledrac, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






I BEEN BORN AGAIN

Out on the deck like I'm wildin' for respect
It's a three-peat, CC, bitch, you in the D-League
Where you from, though? Can't come around here, this shit is gated
We made it, happy belated, I see the rage hit

It's better if I try not to talk about the shit that's always on my mind
Money on my mind (that's right), couple hunnids at a time
Try to f*ck me blind, duckin' down, hear me whine
We outside now (that's right), milk carton in the back
We don't like to f*ck around with the niggas in the back
Pullin' triggers in the 'Lac (that's right), May the praise stay bad
Ayy, Dad, Hercules want his f*ckin' waves back, stay strapped (that's right)
Dancin' like a bad bitch, love on top my mattress
Hope the Good Lord catch this, I ain't tellin' backwards
Lie just like an actor, Hollywood is batshit
Mama in the South still, gold all in my mouth still
Rappin' 'bout dick still, and I lease a house still
Move my nigga out still, need my nephew out here
God gave me a good deal
Miss my little niggas down low like a big wheel
Bitch, I wanna hit still
This shit for my partna 'nem, Devil keep on robbin' them
Expressin' for myself, like I'm f*ckin' Dennis Rodman (that's right)

Like I'm Dennis Rodman
Diamond dentures for my partna dem (that's right)
Golden rubbers from my pocket, friend
Ain't no answer, that's my partna dem (that's right)
She so bad, I let her touch my butt (yeah)
Merlyn, what the f*ck!

Line 'em up, you know that I'm shootin' (that's right)
It ain't no one business who or what we doin' (that's right)
Hit this gas, they break the glass and keep it movin'
To you basic bitches, I know I'm a nuisance

Sugar, yeah, gimme some
Gimme dome, I'ma smoke some
Y'all ain't want the smoke, been smokin'
Garden gnome shrooms, y'all, who is y'all?
This what it mean to ball?
Okay, Chateau Marmont, Shangri-La
Valet parking, drive a shit whip
But I ain't broke, bitch
Rock my own shit, hit my own switch
Watch the clock tick, never ran and hid
Tell it like it is
Dead on the nail, call me hammerhead
Texas 'til I'm dead
BBQ and cornbread, like I'm corn-fed
Here we go again, hit 'em one more 'gain
Screwed up from The Woodlands
Number six, been through hell, think I'm heaven-sent
Ask the preacher man, said I need Jesus, like I ain't know
Guess I found him, I am blessed man
Breakin' dividends, let the money stack, see you copycats
I ain't trippin', but copy that
It's a wrap, keep my distance
Where's Waldo, but we winnin'
Me and my dogs ain't finished (that's right)
The real know, what's a billfold
You can't fold, I stay grinnin'
No peekin'

Go ahead and try harder
You ain't gotta ask to put up with nobody
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get on your damn knees and pray sometimes with your muhf*ckin' ass
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get your muhf*ckin' ass on out there
That's all you gon' be, a muhf*cker
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves

Send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
They ain't knockin' no more
They ain't-they ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
They-they-they ain't knockin' no more
They ain't-they ain't knockin' no more
(That's right)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Ciaran McDonald, Dominique Simpson, Henock Sileshi, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






GINGER

Know you got your own shit, and all of it together
And you know you got your own space, right here forever, baby
Know you got your own, know you got your own
Know you got your own, know you, know you got your own
Know you got your own shit, and all of it together
And you know you got your own space, right here forever, baby
Know you got your own, know you got your own
Know you got your own, know you, know you got your own
Know you got your own shit, and all of it together
And you know you got your own space, right here forever, babe
Know you got your own, know you got your own
Know you got your own, know you, know you got your own

Ay, stay sound when you not around
Mood is always better whenever you not around
F*ckin' up the weather, and you're f*ckin' up my town
F*ckin' up a sweater, and I'm f*ckin' up a gown
Look at how I'm shinin' though
Look at how I'm smilin' though
Look at how I'm smilin'
Look at how I'm wildin', and I'm still broke
You still think I'm a joke, I still think I'm a joke
I still think it ain't gon' work out
Nigga that shit is broke, broke, broke, broke

Tell me, goddamn, what God made me for?
I don't even love no more
I don't even trust no more
I don't need to clutch no more
Some things outside of my contro-ol
I need some space, I need to gro-ow
So I go (ooh), plague my soul
Say I won't (ooh)
I never tried to let you go so deep, deep, deep

Know you got your own shit, and all of it together
And you know you got your own space, right here forever, baby
Know you got your own, know you got your own
Know you got your own, know you, know you got your own
Know you got your own shit, and all of it together
And you know you got your own space, right here forever, baby
Know you got your own, know you got your own
Know you got your own, know you, know you got your own

But I couldn't lie, you swear and you cry
Your teeth rotting while they fall onto mine
Pouring bleach on the white, won't bring them to life
Pliers twist to the right, pull out your mind
But I couldn't lie, you swear and you cry
Your teeth rotting while they fall onto mine
Pouring bleach on the white, won't bring them to life
Pliers twist to the right, pull out your mind

I don't wanna take this ride
I don't wanna take this ride
(Pouring bleach on the white, pouring bleach on the white, white, white)
I don't wanna take this ride
Pouring bleach on the white, pouring bleach on the white, white, white)
I don't wanna take this ride
Pouring bleach on the white, pouring bleach on the white, white, white)
Pull out your mind

Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
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Writer: Ciaran McDonald, Dominique Simpson, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Ryan Beatty
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






BIG BOY

I still remember writing words down
Tryna get 'em all out of my mouth
Big boy, you a big boy now
Big boy, you a big boy now
Don't pout 'round me
Don't cry 'round me
Don't laugh around me
He ain't shinin' like me
He ain't shinin' like me
He ain't shinin' like my cousin
He ain't shinin' like me
He ain't shinin' like my cousin

If I had another
I'm a bad motherf*cker
Got love for my mother
The city that protect me
I don't f*ck with y'all like I used to though
But you could come around for the Houston baby, oh

I still remember writing words down
Tryna get 'em all out of my mouth
Big boy, you a big boy now
Big boy, you a big boy now
Don't pout around me
Don't cry around me
Don't laugh around me
He ain't shinin' like me
He ain't shinin' like me
He ain't shinin' like my cousin
He ain't shinin' like me
He ain't shinin' like my cousin

Who the hell am I?
Who the hell are you?
Don't waste my time, I got shit to do
Been in love with you, don't know what to do
Still searchin' for the truth, every which-way
Mental foreplay
Bound by cuffs to you
Do it my way
Like everything I do
Take my breath away
Don't let me fade away
May die before I wake
Not the type to play
I take, and take, and take
Never wanna change
Always wanna change
Used to count my change
Everybody changed
Memories of the days
I was young at heart
Matters of the heart
Re-arranged, reactions in my brain
Re-define my pain
Been wishing I could change
Hard to change my ways
Trained a certain way
Afraid of my own fate
Just another face

Lost cause and a lost child
Lost my way tryna change for the wrong crowd
I'm weak and I'll say it proud
Built me up, pull me down, lets air it out
Patch me up, and stitch it
Make me better
Just patch me up, and stitch it
Make me better (make me better)

What a day, what a day
I just had a dream that you took it all away (ayy)
Blow smoke in the face
I just hope you're lil' bro grow up to be great
What a day, what a day
I just had a dream where you took it all away (ayy)
Blow smoke in the face
One in the clip, and one in the chamber
We was riding in the dark, you were putting your legs up (legs up)
Girl, I don't know, maybe I should just stay shut (stay shut)
Did I ruin your life baby, even from day one one?
If it was another life, maybe you could still save us

I still remember writing words down
Tryna get 'em all out of my mouth
Big boy, you a big boy now
Big boy, you a big boy now
Don't pout around me
Don't cry around me
Don't laugh around me
He ain't shinin' like me
He ain't shinin' like me
He ain't shinin' like my cousin
He ain't shinin' like me
He ain't shinin' like my cousin
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Ciaran McDonald, Clifford F. Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






LOVE ME FOR LIFE

What I gotta do?
Keep it real with you
Stuck inside my truth
Spendin' all my loot
Diamond on my tooth
R.I.P. my brother Luke
When I spit, let it hit
Hit a double U
Couple rainbows
My little halo
Think it's JLo
Bro don't say so
Homie don't play no
Takin' my day slow
Takin' my rate though
Talkin' to angels
Speed in the pave' though
Changin' the page though
Lookin' like ace, talkin' 'bout spade, you are afraid though
Spendin' my queso
All on some fake clothes
When I change, never say, this is my blaze throat
South Central
All my homies know
If I could go, I would just wait though

Anyways, gotta go, disregard what I say
Grain of salt, sprinkle some over the shoulder (Ayy)
Lucky Strike, filtertless, don't push me, 'kay?
Sensitive, abrasive, stab you in the face
Keep a blade, heaven sakes, had to raise the stakes
Dracula, in a cave, a bit lonely, man
Grabbed a stake, have a cape, it don't work no more
Fly away, different ways, hit the liquor store
Better days follow me like the saddest song
Grab a case, hide away, fill my loads with bleach
Couple stains ain't a game, they both hauntin' me me
Lot to say, people hate, wearin' blindfolds
Where did I go?
Where do we go?
How do we grow?
How should I know?
Feel responsible, intolerable, displaced, insane

Piss 'em off, piss 'em off, piss 'em off
Should've been set it off
I just made a deposit, CDG in my closets
Fuel ain't really made of fossils
Dirt on me, I'm finna blossom
Spying on your hoe from a SpaceX rocket
She wanna know why my wrist so rocky
Flash splash on me, photocopy
My weed, Maui at the party
Shoot me a sheriff for Trayvon Martin
King, Ali, and Bobby Marley
Dirt on me, I'm finna blossom
Dirt on me, I'm finna blossom
You know

I wish you'd love me for life
Love me for life, love me for life, wish you would
I wish you'd love me for life
Love me for life, love me for life, I will
Love, love me for, yeah
Love me, love me for life
Love, love me for life
Love, love me for life
Love, love me for
Love, love me for life
Love, love you for
Love you for life
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Writer: Ciaran McDonald, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Joseph Wayne Mcvey, Leroy Williams, Michael Dixon, Parker Mulherin, Patrick Hawkins, Robert Earl Davis, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






VICTOR ROBERTS

My f*ckin' Power Rangers couldn't protect me from that LAPD kick door
Motel, pig-pork
Swim through the living room, straight to the bedroom, lookin' for bricked dope
My poppa lookin' at my momma lookin' at that closet like, "There that shit go"
Two kis in the dump, ten K with the mustard
A whole family and no buster, this don't add up
My padre facin' them three strikes
And my momma just smacked the pipe
Crack smoke, got crashed
Tight, this shit still bad
'Cause the boys peeped a brillo pad and some glass tucked
And it's lookin' like my parents was up in here runnin' off through that stash dump
But the fact, crack different than coke
Plus the smoke wasn't close enough to choke me
Lowered scrutiny so mom could kick big facts for bruh
The truth is we held the bag for this kid we took in
Tryna part with his old ways, maybe we all mistook him
'Cause I knew something was f*cked up when he said
"Don't open or look in this here satchel
That I'll be back for in just a couple of minutes"
Then hella hours later, like do I cook dinner now or later?
Worried about cold food for a cold fool
Motherf*cker put my family in danger
I blame myself, pardon my anger
I never looked inside his stuff
So he never really needed to hide his stuff
When you showed me what was really inside this stuff
I never had a clue
Now I know as police, you gotta do what you gotta do
But this my family, all I got us, my nigga
My own mother just shot at us, my nigga
This is why we here
And I don't f*ck with niggas I don't know
But I had s heart to help this kid in danger, tears in anger
Gemini gettin' violently
Police silence don't help anxiety
My daddy's priors tame all of his wildin'
All of these pilots, not one of them flyin'
Y'all planning on trying? This flight is diving, nose tucked
Popo stuck, play your part
All of this commotion and neighbors listenin' like, "Oh f*ck"
Shit finna spark
All this emotion, need a decision made with some heart
'Cause ours is broken, they tryna lock the third notch on my
Pops choker, this shit ain't kosher
Moms is over, if CPS get sent them pages
I ain't gon' see my parents for ages
All this erosion, no more protection
Shit don't feel safe
What graduation? What degrees?
What dissertations? What imagination?
Imagine my whole world taken away from me
All over some basic misconstrued melodies
My heart racin', clutchin' my red Ranger, pacin'
I can barely breathe

Mister policeman
Told policeman
We got what we need
Just let 'em be

Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I'm built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I'm built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me

And if you're hurting, love yourself with my heart
And if you're hurting, love yourself with my heart

Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I'm built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I'm built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me

Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for me
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for me
Oh, oh
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Writer: Ciaran McDonald, Clifford Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Romil Hemnani, Ryan Beatty, Victor Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






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