Sweet – Brockhampton lyrics

(oh, I am, I’m trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t got no cash? (uh-huh)
Shouldn’t your mama be done paying the house off? It’s funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, left to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me versuri-lyrics.info
“You better get them grades up
If you wanna finish high school
And 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 minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume, ’cause they’ll never know
What it’s like to be called to what’s not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that’s all I know. Shouldn’t your pockets be big just like a fat chick? Lyrics Brockhampton – Sweet
Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf
In a pack but I feel all alone
I’m scatterbrained, man
Better offer the clone
Until you high as a .. Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t. Whatchu mean? with race eyes (chronic) doin’ weird s**t
Like, this’ll make your bio-pic (haha)
Rile ’em up, hit Zaxby’s
Get the wing tings
Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain’t working? The original lick-splickety
Higher than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally
Master with no limiting
Making em say ugh
They worshipping our force viciously
Watching the floor tip
In your temple of authenticity
Often they say I’m off it
I offer my crossed empathy
They forgot what we on
I’ll remind em with hostility
Hot diggity damn
Everyone running scams
Gotta cover your clams
And take another glance
Running a clinic
No scans
Ain’t no one claiming
Yo mans
It’s all pertaining
To plan
Call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO I haven’t started yet
Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
Moses with the pen
Each line an ocean I can part it at
But that’s too deep. (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t finding yourself? Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t.(sweet)
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shittt.(sweet)
Brockhampton lyrics
Video Brockhampton Don’t call me stupid, that ain’t the way my name pronounced
Don’t call me Cupid, I got too many h**s right now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyonce will take me for adoption
Broke-a*s rich suburbs
I said they ain’t shot, third war
We just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the woodlands
I need a honeybutter
Vodka in an Sprite can
When I’m in the Whataburger
All the kids know who I am
I need a honeybutter
Puttin’ lean in my Sprite can. (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? I got a record but I’m clean as they come
I’m Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in a couple of months
I’ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
Now I’m in the front seat shifting the gears. (no)
Shouldn’t these girls be flockin’ just like seagulls?(sweet)
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t. (I guess)
Shouldn’t you have a real big-a*s ego?