BROCKHAMPTON - SWEET Lyrics
[Video Intro: Henock Sileshi, Kevin Abstract & Robert Ontenient]F***, s***! (*laughter*)F***! (*coughing*)Ah-ha-ha, I didn't—ha-ha-ha, ah! F***!I didn't know it was gonna—heheI didn't know it was gonna hit your dickAh, damn that shit {bleep}Me llamo RobertoWait, what? That's a "Roberto"?[Verse 1: Matt Champion]Stripped down to my skin and my bonesI love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howw!)In a pack but I feel all aloneI'm scatterbrained man, better offer the cloneIn Tejas apartments with racists doin' weird shitLike, this'll make the biopic (haha)Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's, get the wing and tings (yum)Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)Whatchu mean, it ain't working? (what?)Whatchu mean, you ain't finding yourself? (oh, I am, I'm trying)Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit)Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)Shouldn't your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)Shouldn't you have a real big-ass ego? (no)Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]Twistin' me up like licoriceThink I need someone who can handle itIce on my boys and my wrist is fixedI don't need nobody tryna give me shitTwistin' me up like licoriceThink I need someone who can handle itIce on my boys and my wrist is fixedI don't need nobody tryna give me shit[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]The original lick-splickety, higher than YosemiteBreaking the mold mentally, master with no limitingMaking 'em say "ugh!", they worshipping our force viciouslyWatching the floor tip in your temple of authenticityOften they say I’m off it, I offer my crossed empathyThey forgot what we on, I’ll remind 'em with hostilityHot-diggity damn, everyone running scamsGotta cover your clams and take another glanceRunning a clinic, no scans, ain't no one claimin' yo mansIt's all pertaining to plan, call me the architectLap you in a UFO, I haven't started yetStill gotta figure out exactly where to park it atMoses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it atBut that's too deep[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]Don't call me stupid, that ain't the way my name pronouncedDon't call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right nowPoolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyoncé'll take me for adoptionBroke-ass rich suburbs, a civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountainThis is Merlyn Wood, man, everywhere I go is the WoodlandsI need a honeybutter, vodka in a Sprite canWhen I'm in the Whataburger, all the kids know who I amI need a honeybutter, puttin' lean in my Sprite can[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]Twistin' me up like licoriceThink I need someone who can handle itIce on my boys and my wrist is fixedI don't need nobody tryna give me shitTwistin' me up like licoriceThink I need someone who can handle itIce on my boys and my wrist is fixedI don't need nobody tryna give me shit[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]I got a record but I'm clean as they comeI'm Godzilla, when they see me they runOn 37th, used to run from the bloodsThe undercovers gotta duck when they comeI moved out and in a couple of monthsI'ma be a pop star, they call me a thugI used to write raps on the back of the busNow I'm in the front seat shifting the gears[Verse 5: Joba]It's funny how things can changeThree hundred dollars to my name, left to HollywoodI was living off Ramen and changeFive hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to payGrowing up my teachers told me"You better get them grades up if you wanna finish high schoolAnd after high school, you better get a degree'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street"Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivanListening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CDBleach blond tips, wanted to be JTWanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dreamOne might say I was doomed from the get-goBut those same people assume, 'cause they'll never knowWhat it's like to be called to what's not set in stoneI am one with the ebb and flow, that's all I know[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]Twistin' me up like licoriceThink I need someone who can handle itIce on my boys and my wrist is fixedI don't need nobody tryna give me shitTwistin' me out like licoriceThink I need someone who can handle itIce on my boys and my wrist is fixedI don't need nobody tryna give me shitTwistin' me up like licoriceThink I need someone who can handle itIce on my boys and my wrist is fixedI don't need nobody tryna give me shitTwistin' me out like licoriceThink I need someone who can handle itIce on my boys and my wrist is fixedI don't need nobody tryna give me shit
