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If You Pray Right - BROCKHAMPTON
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dom McLennon
Dom McLennon
Vocals
Joba
Joba
Vocals
Kevin Abstract
Kevin Abstract
Vocals
Matthew Champion
Matthew Champion
Vocals
Merlyn Wood
Merlyn Wood
Vocals
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Dominique Simpson
Dominique Simpson
Songwriter
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Songwriter
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Songwriter
Matthew Champion
Matthew Champion
Songwriter
William Wood
William Wood
Songwriter
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Songwriter
Otis G Johnson
Otis G Johnson
Songwriter
Paul D Beauregard
Paul D Beauregard
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Producer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Bost
Brandon Bost
Assistant Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Jabari Manwa
Jabari Manwa
Producer

Στίχοι

Hallelujah, holy lion, word to Judas How I'm supposed to (Hey), trust what you say is the truest? (Right) Haile Selassie (Uh), insha'Allah if I gotta (Woo) Spin my words around as if you wanted a mandala for Nirvana Singin' a sonata towards our karma Did a rain dance, bringin' commas from Tacoma to Oaxaca I got spirits in my heart that make my mind move like it's water Flow into the moment and avoid the melodrama Gotta breathe for a second, can't believe anybody still testin' My whole team is a force to be reckoned with Operatin' like specialists One, to the two, to the who are you? Sendin' out projections with prejudice My attention to detail is in scale with classic impressionists So the lesson is that prerequisites are irrelevant to my standards (Right) It's a deficit in your settlement, you better learn to mind all your manners (Right) My whole troop been goin' bananas Try and step inside of my jungle (Right) You can try to take all your chances We won't help your ass if you stumble, nigga (Right) Hidin' at my partner house Couple bands inside the mouth 'Stead of feelin' trippy, dawg You need to help your city out Hidin' at my partner house Couple bands inside the mouth 'Stead of feelin' trippy, dawg You need to help your city out Couple with that teflon Couple with that teflon Couple with that teflon Couple bands ins-, couple bands ins- Couple with that teflon Couple with that teflon Couple bands inside the mouth Couple bands ins-, couple bands ins- Watch your back (Ayy), don't leave your door cracked (Yeah, yeah) Slither through your space and watch it all collapse (Yeah) Watch your back (What?), don't leave your door cracked (Woohoo) Slither through your space and watch it all collapse (If you, if you, if you, if you, hey) If you want a feature we can figure it out Want a color for your album? We can figure it out How you not invite the boys who colored your rollout Then you copy-paste hard work from the BH house I always got somethin' to say when you take food from my mouth I begged my mommy for money until the day it ran out They say we helped you win and win, now you should figure it out (...Figure it out) Hidin' at my partner house Couple bands inside the mouth 'Stead of feelin' trippy, dawg You need to help your city out Hidin' at my partner house Couple bands inside the mouth 'Stead of feelin' trippy, dawg You need to help your city out Couple with that teflon Couple with that teflon Couple with that teflon Couple bands ins-, couple bands ins- Couple with that teflon Couple with that teflon Couple bands inside the mouth Couple bands ins-, couple bands ins- Waste your breath, watch the tone though Take you to the dojo Roll up my doja, sticky fingers At the door, bruh, Jehovah, you ho bitch Witness sadistic shit, well, come again Next time I'll take my belt off, spank you Bad kid, back seat, not me, got beef Finally, body blackout from rage Childproof my pockets, don't need the options Romanticizin' what I do if I ain't stop me Can be off me, tread lightly (Break the law, break the law) (Break the law, break the law) (Break the law, break the law) (Break the law) I'm tired of makin' a fool, out of me and you Is there anythin' that I can do, that'll save us, baby? Is there anybody lovin' lies and robbin' shotties 45's and still alive, and no drunk drivin' That's how they killed my brother You know, you know better, better, better, better, better Better, better, better, better, better, better, better, bet on it Better, bet on it, better, bet on it, hey (Walkin' with Jesus) You know, you know better Better, better, better, bet, bet on it Bet on it, ayy, ayy yeah Ayy, yeah I wanna sing, I wanna I wanna sing, ooh (Just tell 'em, tell 'em that) Ah, cool (Walkin' with Jesus Christ) (Walkin' with the Lord)
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul D Beauregard, Russell Evan Boring, Jabari Manwarring, Dominique Simpson, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood, Romil Hemnani, Matthew Garrett Champion, Ian Simpson, Johnson Otis George Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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