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เนื้อเพลง J'ouvert - Brockhampton

เนื้อเพลง J'ouvert

[Music video intro:] (Me llamo Roberto, y estos son los suenos que no olvidados)

(Take it all or leave it)
(I feel you)

When there's a rough patch, don't eyef*ck the parachute
They goin' AWOL the second that the light goes on
This a treat ain't it, so initiate the powder room
I pull it back and check my rosie, and yeah, I'm bout to bloom
It's that ninety nine from hell sh*t, parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, strobe light, hit the killswitch
Neck twist like exorcist, I'ma see you 'round
'Cause tonight's the night I'm losin' all I'm doin', I'm about this

White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
Suitcase
On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank

'Til the casket drops, I will play God
F*ck the world, let's start a riot
Got too much too quick
God damn, I'm feeling sick, b*tch, call the doctor
Don't act like I ain't been dead to ya
Don't act like I ain't deserve this sh*t
'Cause that's the day, inside my head
That's why I did the drugs I did
Got issues with these motherf*ckers
Looking down from they pedestals
On that petty view, on that petty sh*t
Pray for peace with a knife in my hand
Speak my piece like a gun to my head
Come equipped just to blast this sh*t
Misunderstood since birth
F*ck what you think, and f*ck what you heard
I feel betrayed, you can keep the praise
And all of the f*ck sh*t, need to get away
Still ain't get to pray to the fickle-minded people
I thought I knew better, wish I knew better
Should have known better, wish that I was better
At dealing with the fame and you fake motherf*ckers
Guess I'm too real

Excuse we, let me pass
[?]
We ain't playin' nice
Little guy
[?]

I'll be in my bag (excuse we)
Goin' in (let me pass)
Guess who isn't built for this, man?
Me and my thugs built for this, man
We goin' for the gifts in the gram
I'll be in my bag (excuse we)
Goin' in (let me pass)
Smokin' all the grams in this bag
Man you isn't built for this, man
Run it like a gingerbread man
F*ck that sh*t, stay hydrated n*gga
I'ma let that b*tch go home, 'cause, my momma, wassup?
Wassup?
Black power fist hangin' from my black 'fro
Yo, she saw me in that cereal she wants a n*gga Oreo, damn
Break the dam when I spit the flow
I'm on the lam, not the f*ckin' wolf
Hoppin' out the van, I'm on Abbey Road
Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man that's difficult
I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lonely self
Chill, watch numbers go up, book off the shelf
I found myself and put my face on a missing shirt
I dropped out with no promise that this sh*t would
(That this sh*t would work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work)
(Work, work, work, work, work, work, work)

With the dogs, in my ride, 'nother door, suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know, never lie
With the dogs, in my ride, 'nother door, suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know, never lie
Pull up with the racks to your shop
[?]
Sim sim sim badda bim, get shot
One, now two, now three, that's a lot, damn

White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
Suitcase
On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank
On my way to the bank

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เนื้อเพลง J'ouvert ที่แสดงบนเว็บก็เพื่อประโยชน์ในการศึกษาเท่านั้น สิทธิ์ในเนื้อเพลงยังคงเป็นของผู้ประพันธ์หรือผู้ถือสิทธิ์เช่นเดิม - ทางเว็บไซต์ไม่มีบริการดาวน์โหลด MP3 เพลง J'ouvert หรือบริการดาวน์โหลดใดๆ ซึ่งเป็นการกระทำที่ผิดลิขสิทธิ์ - วิดีโอที่เกี่ยวกับเพลง J'ouvert เป็นบริการของยูทูบ ทางเว็บไซต์ไม่มีสิทธิ์เลือกหรือคัดเพลงที่เกี่ยวข้อง หากพบเห็นวิดีโอไม่เหมาะสมกรุณาคลิกบนวิดีโอนั้นไปที่เว็บไซต์ยูทูบเพื่อแจ้งกับทางยูทูบ