If I Had an Option I Would Do It All Again
Song Search
Attempt another search
JUNKY
by BROCKHAMPTON
on SATURATION II (2017), SATURATION I Two III (2017)
[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me Ilamo Roberto, y estamos buscando a Jaden Smith
[Poetry 1: Kevin Abstract]
I spit my heart out, lookin' out for my all-time interests
He gave me good caput, 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 year that I retrieve
I slip through the cracks without havin' a damn temper
I bleach my hair because these bitches all almost they bitchin'
I say shit when I rap and y'all niggas barely listen
I practice the most for the culture, nigga, by just existing
Delete my tweets cause I'thou aback of being a fuckin' Simpson
I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she own't listen?
I signed a pub deal and her stance fuckin' disappearin'
I'm payin' bills for my sister and tryna fund her business
Is information technology homophobic to just hook up with directly niggas?
You know like closet niggas, masc-blazon
Why don't y'all accept that mask off? That's the thought I had last night
"Why yous always rap nigh bein' gay?"
Cause not enough niggas rap and be gay
Where I come from, niggas go called "faggot" and killed
So I'ma go caput from a nigga correct here
And they can come and cut my hand off and, and my legs off and
And I'ma still be a boss 'til my caput gone, yeah
[Chorus: Ameer Vann]
Break the cycle, cop the steel, concur my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crackin' sounds
Pause the wheel, cop the steel, hold my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crackin' sounds
Break, break, break the steel, concur my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crack, crack, crack
Break the wheel, cop the steel, hold my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crack
[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I don't trust nobody, cause they don't deserve information technology
Niggas run in your house, they know you doin' muddy (go ahead at present)
I got my hand on an ounce so now I got coin servin'
I just bought me a fifth and now I'm speedin', swervin' (become ahead now)
I took an eighth of them shrooms and now I'm hearin' voices
I took similar two of them pills, I can't retrieve naught (get ahead now)
I ain't under control, I'm losin' motor function
I need an intervention, I need an exorcism
I demand a therapist, paranoia and drug addiction
It's very scary, my momma don't even recognize me
I'thousand goin' crazy, don't need nobody to say they beloved me
My acts of desperation, I'one thousand 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 summertime
If I had the option, I would do it all again
If I had a option, I would do it all again
I merely wanna feel like I did the right program
I just want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (over again)
When I cut that feel I practise zilch only diplomas
Love is knowin' that you didn't do it by your lonesome
So I forgive my mommy, daddy, auntie and my uncles
For guilt-tripping feelings whenever they telephone call my number
They see men dream, they see men fallin'
Only when I dream, I'm bang-up on a lana
[Verse 4: Matt Champion & JOBA]
Both pessimistic, drug fond, caught in our feelings
We spit venom then stare at the ceiling wondering why
My mom's no alcoholic, she only wanna drown her sorrows
Love 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 hate-fueled honey, we don't fake 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
Ain't no brunt, own't no sermon, own't no motherfuckin' plaque
I hate these hospitals and police and the odor of decease, all that
I hate these shady folk that want a ladylike
Only don't treat lady right, but they be sayin' similar (only the tip)
And, yeah, you mad 'cause she ain't fuck, mad 'cause she ain't suck
Beat your ass before you got time to say "Why not?"
Here to catch ya slip up, wish you could just rewind
Time to not fuck upwards, thought you were just lucked up
Where the respect? Is your ass human?
I look you in your optics, say "fuck you, are you fuckin' stupid?"
Respect my mother, 'spect my sister, 'spect these women, male child
I go my 9-nine, I don't own one, hit the store to blow your brains off
Better promise my aim off, better hope the range off
Improve hope my tame off earlier I blow your brains off, boy
[Outro: Dom Mc
Lennon]
No hands with the stunts
Jump off the roof like I do what I want
All of the life in my past wanna haunt
And my sight of the future commencement to taunt my ambition
Human being on the moon, I'yard marooned, I ain't trippin'
I'm on a mission
Every time that I speak they ain't skippin'
Turned my inspiration to a vision, that'south a given, no slipping
holifieldlinto1976.blogspot.com
Source: https://songsear.ch/song/BROCKHAMPTON/JUNKY/2794884
Song Comments
On JUNKY past BROCKHAMPTON
Must have JavaScript enabled to annotate.