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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BROCKHAMPTON
BROCKHAMPTON
Performer
Christian Alexander
Christian Alexander
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Composer
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Composer
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Composer
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Composer
Jonathan Nunes
Jonathan Nunes
Composer
Isaiah Merriweather
Isaiah Merriweather
Composer
Baird Acheson
Baird Acheson
Composer
Gabriel Acheson
Gabriel Acheson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Recording Engineer
Video Store
Video Store
Producer
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Producer
Goldwash
Goldwash
Producer
Baird Acheson
Baird Acheson
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Bryant
Jacob Bryant
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

I give, my mom so, -mess In the same house my dad died in, all alone Tryin' not to be paranoid, tryin' not-, as they're calling it 'Cause every headline is a reminder that the world's fucked So I'm just tryin' to see the light In between the clouds Still love that sunshine When I look at myself, I see a broken man Remnants of my pops, put the Glock to his head Nothing ever go as planned, couldn't make amends Forcibly pretend I don't give a damn At a loss, aimless, six feet Deep, suffocatin', can't face it Can't change it, ain't make it Master plans by the maker, I see no savior Warped reflection in stainless steel, alcohol, and pills Deadly combination left with nothin' else to feel A floral haven, hope it was painless, I see you in the faces Places, am I making? Reflections off a broken mirror Fragments of my fear, glarin' back, like, "Who's there?" I can't stand myself, beside myself, I see you there I know you care, felt numb since September When I heard the news, what I'd do to speak one last time Think I always will be haunted by the image Of a bloody backdrop, skull fragments in the ceilin' Felt your presence in the room, heard my mother squealin' Master of disguises, ash to ash, dust to dust, voids behind my eyelids Blackin' out, bleedin' out, silence Louder than a twisted tongue lion As sick as our secrets, shadow people with needles Bathin' through a peephole Bedtime stories from purgatory, I miss you For the record, I can fly Around the world, absorbing light Something's missin' deep inside The light Somethin' changed in Texas, guess I missed the message Look, I missed my exit, I'm living like a Jetson I was broke and desperate, leanin' on my best friends Only shot callers I was around was bartendin' Ain't no love in this game, momma, this is not tennis Take your shoes off, we just did the carpetin' I could the take the hatin', I could take the praisin' It's all noise to me, I'll turn into Satan Y'all stuck in the Matrix, red pill, blue pill, all these different faces All these different cases, shit, y'all done seen me naked So I'ma wear what I want now and I ain't finna fake it Thank God I made it, thank God I seen God last summer I was standing on the bridge, I see all y'all under me Know you are struggling, niggas out here juggling Losin' jobs, well, losin' God, then everything is tumbling Feel Heaven rumbling, the rapture is comin' I love the attention, I'm a bastard in public I still struggle with tellin' my mom who I'm in love with Subtleties in between where these diamonds gleam When Thanksgiving come around, I still don't see 'em When Christmas come around, nigga, I still don't see 'em Told the world who I was before I got to know Ian To get my people money in exchange for they freedom I would give it all back for a chance to free 'em
Writer(s): Russell Evan Boring, Jabari Manwarring, Romil Hemnani, Isaiah Merriweather, Ian Simpson, Baird Robert Wittner Acheson, Jonathan Nunes, Gabriel Acheson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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