If I Had an Option I Would Do It All Again
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JUNKY
past BROCKHAMPTON
on SATURATION Ii (2017), SATURATION I II III (2017)
[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me Ilamo Roberto, y estamos buscando a Jaden Smith
[Poetry 1: Kevin Abstruse]
I spit my heart out, lookin' out for my all-time 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 ill and I was born in 1996 and
1999 the just year that I remember
I slip through the cracks without havin' a damn temper
I bleach my hair because these bitches all about they bitchin'
I say shit when I rap and yous niggas barely heed
I do the most for the culture, nigga, by just existing
Delete my tweets crusade 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 deal and her stance fuckin' disappearin'
I'm payin' bills for my sister and tryna fund her business
Is it homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas?
You lot know like closet niggas, masc-blazon
Why don't you take that mask off? That's the thought I had concluding dark
"Why yous ever rap most bein' gay?"
Crusade not enough niggas rap and be gay
Where I come up from, niggas get called "faggot" and killed
So I'ma get head from a nigga correct here
And they can come up and cut my mitt off and, and my legs off and
And I'ma still exist a boss 'til my head gone, yeah
[Chorus: Ameer Vann]
Break the wheel, cop the steel, hold my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crackin' sounds
Break the wheel, cop the steel, concur my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crackin' sounds
Break, break, break the steel, concord my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crack, cleft, cleft
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 it
Niggas run in your house, they know yous doin' muddied (go alee now)
I got my hand on an ounce so at present I got money 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 like two of them pills, I tin't call up nothing (get ahead now)
I ain't nether control, I'yard losin' motor role
I need an intervention, I demand an exorcism
I demand a therapist, paranoia and drug addiction
It's very scary, my momma don't even recognize me
I'k goin' crazy, don't need nobody to say they love me
My acts of desperation, I'm on an empty stomach
So fuck the consequences, I ain't runnin' from them
[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Feelin' similar a goner, put my life in locker
Hotbox in the Hummer, hot bars in the summertime
If I had the selection, I would do it all once again
If I had a selection, I would do it all again
I just wanna experience like I did the correct plan
I just want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (again)
When I cut that experience I practise nothing simply diplomas
Love is knowin' that you didn't practise 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 see men dream, they see men fallin'
But when I dream, I'm smashing on a lana
[Verse iv: Matt Champion & JOBA]
Both pessimistic, drug fond, defenseless in our feelings
We spit venom then stare at the ceiling wondering why
My mom'due south no alcoholic, she just wanna drown her sorrows
Dear her to death and soon plenty I'll give dorsum all I borrowed
Both so submissive, take turns dominating, the light has been faded
This detest-fueled dearest, we don't fake it, no givin', simply 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, ain't no sermon, ain't no motherfuckin' plaque
I hate these hospitals and police and the odor of death, all that
I hate these shady folk that want a ladylike
Merely don't treat lady right, just they exist sayin' similar (just the tip)
And, yes, y'all mad 'crusade she ain't fuck, mad 'cause she ain't suck
Beat your ass before y'all got time to say "Why not?"
Hither to catch ya slip upward, wish y'all could simply rewind
Time to non fuck up, thought you were only lucked up
Where the respect? Is your ass human?
I wait you in your optics, say "fuck you, are you fuckin' stupid?"
Respect my mother, 'spect my sister, 'spect these women, boy
I become my 9-9, I don't own one, hit the store to blow your brains off
Better hope my aim off, improve hope the range off
Better hope my tame off before I blow your brains off, boy
[Outro: Dom Mc
Lennon]
No hands with the stunts
Leap off the roof like I practise what I want
All of the life in my past wanna haunt
And my sight of the future starting time to taunt my ambition
Man on the moon, I'thou marooned, I ain't trippin'
I'grand on a mission
Every time that I speak they ain't skippin'
Turned my inspiration to a vision, that's a given, no slipping
Source: https://songsear.ch/song/BROCKHAMPTON/JUNKY/2794884
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