DISTRICT - BROCKHAMPTON

Ayy, I’ma just bounce with that

In fact, I bought a whole damn house with that

Ayy, hand me where the ounces at

Tell me where the damn these ounces at

Ayy, tell me where the ounces at

Tell me where the ounces, ounces at

Ayy, tell me where the ounces at

Tell me where the ounces, ounces at

It’s getting hot, you best just—

Woo!

Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down

The effects can’t touch this

Woo!

Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down

Stand up, stand down, bitch

Woo!

Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down

Wait, wait, wait

I’m alive, I’m alive, the bags in my ride, I, I

I ain’t ever been the one that’s scared of you

Baby, you can come and get it

I’m alive, I’m alive, the bags in my ride, I, I

Baby, when the karma gets you, yeah

Maybe you can run away with us

In my bag in the vault, moving on, move along

Ain’t my fault, moved too fast, life had skidded to a halt

Got back on the road and made it to the start

Disregarding the emotional discharge

Can’t forget the mission put into my heart

I ain’t playing games with you to play your part

Standing up with pride behind my battle scars

Money walk and money talk, but money no make comfortable

Big-ass house and big-ass car don’t add up when you die alone

I want wife, nice life, highlights with some little clones

I want bliss, no strife

Rewind, don’t slice around my aura with the better lies

I want a better life, bend around the corner

One deep, eyes shut, really know the place

Projecting on me, I don’t correlate

Straight from manipulation, wouldn’t wanna infiltrate my brothers

Still wanna get me high, eyes low off that methadone

Always throwing curve, like a reaper scythe

Gnawing on my wood like a termite

Entering my world like a parasite

(Parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite)

Praise God, hallelujah!

(God, God)

I’m still depressed (Damn, damn)

At war with my conscience

Paranoid, can’t find that shit

Woo, praise God, hallelujah!

(God, God)

I’m still depressed (Damn, damn)

At war with my conscience

Paranoid, I can’t—

Let me find my way out of this bitch

«I'm Sammy Jo, and my favorite colors are, um, black and red.»

(Damn)

(Ugh) With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'

(Ooh da-aa, da, da, da, da)

If I can’t find the time to get my heart out (Ugh)

Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down?

(Damn)

Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound?

(Ugh)

Ain’t no telling, no telling, so call the coroner

Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you

Light it up, better dodge the cops

And I’ll never get sick of playing with your locks

I, I miss you lots, I, I miss you lots, I, I

Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots

That’s all I got for you

And I’ll never get sick of playing with your locks, I, I

That’s all I got for you

Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you

That’s all I got for you

Miss you lots, I, I miss you lots, I, I

That’s all I got for you

Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots

That’s all I got for you

And I’ll never get sick of playing with your locks

I, I miss you lots, I, I miss you lots

I, I miss you lots, I, I miss you lots, I, I

That’s all I got for you