BROCKHAMPTON - JUNKY Lyrics
[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]Me Ilamo Roberto, y estamos buscando a Jaden Smith[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]I spit my heart out, lookin' out for my best interestsHe gave me good head, peepin' out while the windows tintedI speak in tongues and I arrive without a damn mentionIt's kinda sick and I was born in 1996 and1999 the only year that I rememberI slip through the cracks without havin' a damn temperI bleach my hair because these *****es all about they *****in'I say shit when I rap and y'all niggas barely listenI do the most for the culture, nigga, by just existingDelete my tweets 'cause I'm ashamed of being a *****in' SimpsonI told my mom I was gay, why the ***** she ain't listen?I signed a pub deal and her opinion *****in' disappearin'I'm payin' bills for my sister and tryna fund her businessIs it homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas?You know like closet niggas, masc-typeWhy don't you take that mask off? That's the thought I had last night"Why you always rap about bein' gay?"'Cause not enough niggas rap and be gayWhere I come from, niggas get called "faggot" and killedSo I'ma get head from a nigga right hereAnd they can come and cut my hand off and, and my legs off andAnd I'ma still be a boss 'til my head gone, yeah[Bridge: Ameer Vann]Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas downTwistin' on that syrup ‘til I hear crackin’ soundsBreak the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas downTwistin' on that syrup ‘til I hear crackin’ soundsBreak, break, break the steel, hold my niggas downTwistin' on that syrup ‘til I hear crack, crack, crackBreak the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas downTwistin' on that syrup ‘til I hear crack[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]I don't trust nobody 'cause they don't deserve itNiggas run in your house, they know you doin' dirty (go 'head now)I got my hand on an ounce, so now I got money servin'I just bought me a fifth and now I'm speedin', swervin' (go 'head now)I took an eighth of them shrooms and now I'm hearin' voicesI took like two of them pills, I can't remember nothing (go 'head now)I ain't under control, I'm losin' motor functionI need an intervention, I need an exorcismI need a therapist, paranoia and drug addictionIt's very scary, my momma don't even recognize meI'm goin' crazy, don't need nobody to say they love meMy acts of desperation, I'm on an empty stomachSo ***** the consequences, I ain't runnin' from them[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]Feelin' like a goner, put my life in lockerHotbox in the Hummer, (Merlyn, Merlyn!) hot bars in the summerIf I had the option, I would do it all againIf I had the option, I would do it all againI just wanna feel like I did the right programI just want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (again)When I cut that feel, I do nothing but diplomasLove is knowin' that you didn’t do it by your lonesomeSo I forgive my mommy, daddy, auntie and my unclesFor guilt-tripping feelings whenever they call my numberThey see men dream, they see men fallin'But when I dream, I'm smashing on a lana[Bridge: Matt Champion & Joba]Both pessimistic, drug addicted, caught in our feelingsWe spit venom then stare at the ceiling wondering whyMy mom's no alcoholic, she just wanna drown her sorrowsLove her to death and soon enough I'll give back all I borrowedBoth so submissive, take turns dominating, the light has been fadedThis hate-fueled love, we don't fake it, no givin', just takin'I took some steps to be a bigger personI should've thrown ya off the highway to cars swerving[Verse 4: Matt Champion]Ain't no burden, ain't no sermon, ain't no mother*****in' plaqueI hate these hospitals and police and the smell of death, all thatI hate these shady folk that want a ladylikeBut don't treat lady right, but they be sayin' like "just the tip"And, yeah, you mad 'cause she ain't *****, mad 'cause she ain't suckBeat your ass before you got time to say "why not?"Here to catch ya slip up, wish you could just rewindTime to not ***** up, thought you were just lucked upWhere the respect? Is your ass human?I look you in your eyes, say "***** you, are you *****in' stupid?"Respect my mother, 'spect my sister, 'spect these women, boyI get my 9-9, I don't own one, hit the store to blow your brains offBetter hope my aim off, better hope the range offBetter hope my tame off before I blow your brains off, boy[Outro: Dom McLennon]Uh, no hands with the stuntsJump off the roof like I do what I wantAll of my life in my past wanna hauntAnd my sight of the future beginning to taunt my ambitionMan on the moon, I'm marooned, I ain't trippin'I'm on a missionEvery time that I speak they ain't skippin'Turned my inspiration to a vision, that's a given, no slippin'
