BROCKHAMPTON - ZIPPER Lyrics
[Intro: Joba]Pretty sure I'm maniacal, but what do I know?I don't know, all I know is what I see through my monocleThat and the telescope, keep one lens on the money flowThe other's gold and complemental trusty, well, well[Verse 1: Joba]I'm rolling down hills in a suit through the mudThrow my dress shoes in a fire with the woodsSit back and relax with the fumes ofEverything I hate in the worldPlay Mozart, smoke my cigar onMy estate, keep the cars parked on the front lawnNeighbors hate, place duct tape underneath their tiresAnd I wait[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]Sun sets to blood moon horizonsLeft brain and right brain divide himSet frames and watch plays inside themIn the mountains now's where you'll find himI smell a breeze in the morningI feel your presence, it's warmingI paid attention to warningsBut we were too caught up in transforming[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nastyFloating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking toGhetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nastyFloating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking toGhetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nastyFloating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking toGhetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nastyFloating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to[Verse 3: Matt Champion]Lucky days, I'm feelin' the force-aYour boy is dusty like brush up a fossilHear that shit urk like the noise of a possum*****, I'm a king, I was born in the castleBuilt like a boxer, I'm ready to tussle***** on my baby, I'm ready to bust oneCome ***** with me and my dogsHate on my ass like in-laws, uhThat boy stay light like a cheerleader, umShe want me filled like a two litre, umEat it all day, watch it ricochet offThen I skrrt off on that Michelin, awThey don't got nothing on me 'til I popThey don't got nothing on me, call the copsI hit that run like a Heisman boy, run it backLook at that boy, hear that running back[Verse 4: Merlyn Wood]Shout out to South Central, San MarcosI got addicted to soft shell tacosRight now, it's panties and ramen noodlesNow I see how I'm gon' make a shooterStamina, stamina!I used to be holding the cameraHead through the glass, throw your window upStart praying to me like my handle CortanaWe like Wu-Tang but I feel like SantanaSweet-talkin' just like she Hannah MontanaHead was clean, Tony Fantano...Made her my wife-aShe can't eat 'cause she's so BellaConfused erectionBad hoes, no name, brand slave, brainless[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nastyFloating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking toGhetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nastyFloating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking toGhetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nastyFloating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking toGhetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nastyFloating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
