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Lyrics of J'OUVERT by BROCKHAMPTON
intro
Take it all, or leave it...
pre-chorus
(I feel you)
verse
When there's a rough patch, don't eye for the parachute
They goin' AWOL the second that the light goes on
This a treat, ain't it? Soon as she hit the powder room
I pull it back and check my rose, and, yeah, I'm 'bout to bloom
It's that '90 raised from hell shit, parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, strobe light, I hit the killswitch
Neck twist like Exorcist, I'ma see you 'round
'Cause tonight's the night I'm losin' all I'm doin', I'm about this
chorus
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase, on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, suitcase
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
verse
'Til the casket drops, I will play God
Fuck the world, let's start a riot
Got too much too quick
Goddamn, I'm feelin' sick, bitch, call the doctor
Don't act like I ain't been dead to ya
Don't act like I ain't deserve this shit
Couldn't last a day inside my head
That's why I did the drugs I did
Got issues with these motherfuckers
Lookin' down from they pedestals
From that petty view, on that petty shit
Pray for peace with a knife in my hand
Speak my piece like a gun to my head
Come equipped just to blast this shit
verse
Misunderstood since birth
Fuck what you think, and fuck what you heard
I feel betrayed, you can keep the praise
And all of the fuck shit, need to get away
Still ain't got the fright to the fickle-minded people
I thought I knew better, wish I knew better
Should have known better, wish that I was better
At dealin' with the fame and you fake motherfuckers
Guess I'm too real
verse
Excuse we, let we pass
Rum is the gas
We ain't play nice, little guy
Doh blame meh, blame di rum, no t–
bridge
I be in my bag (excuse we?)
Goin' in (let we pass)
Guess who isn't built for this, man?
Me and my thugs built for this, man
We goin' for the gifts and the grams
I be in my bag (excuse we?)
Goin' in (let we pass)
Smokin' all the grams in this bag
Man, you isn't built for this, man
Run it like the gingerbread man
verse
Fuck that shit, stay hydrated, nigga
I'ma lick that bitch, go home, kiss my momma, wassup?
Wassup?
verse
Black power fist hangin' from my black 'fro
Yo, she saw me in that cereal, she want to lick a Oreo, damn
Break the dam when I spit the flow
I'm on the lamb like the fuckin' wolf
Hoppin' out the van, I'm at Abbey Road
Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man, that's difficult
I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lonely self
Chill, watch numbers go up, book off the shelf
verse
I found myself and put my face on a missin' shirt
I dropped out with no promise that this shit would–
(That this shit would work, work, work)
(Work, work, work, work)
(Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work)
verse
With the dogs, in my ride, know the doors suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie
With the dogs, in my ride, know the doors suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie
verse
Pull up with the racks to your shop
Cop a medallion or three, I'm The Don
Zim, zim, zim out the bim, get shot
One mill', two mill', three, that's a lot, damn
chorus
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank, suitcase
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank
Writer(s): Russell Evan Boring, Jabari Manwarring, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood, Romil Hemnani, Matthew Garrett Champion, Ciaran Mcdonald, James Charles, Michael James
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iridescence
Album • 2018 • 15 tracks
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