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1998 TRUMAN - BROCKHAMPTON
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BROCKHAMPTON
BROCKHAMPTON
Performer
Nicole Garcia
Nicole Garcia
Strings
Lauren Baba
Lauren Baba
Strings
Emily Lenck
Emily Lenck
Strings
Simone Vitucci
Simone Vitucci
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wiliam Wood
Wiliam Wood
Composer
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Composer
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Composer
Matt Champion
Matt Champion
Composer
Dominique Simpson
Dominique Simpson
Composer
Ciarán McDonald
Ciarán McDonald
Composer
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Composer
Dijon Duenas
Dijon Duenas
Composer
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Mixing Engineer
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Producer
Kevin Abstract
Kevin Abstract
Producer
Bearface
Bearface
Producer
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Producer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Tyler Shields
Tyler Shields
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

"You're not free with your Cadillac! You're doin' just exactly what the Man wants you to do Buy his goods, so you'll never have any real economic freedom He wants you to buy everything he, he advertises on TV So he'll keep you perpetually owin' your soul to the company store You're not free, you're a slave—!" Gimme no drugs, lend me some love Tonight, while I'm in this club Lonely as fuck, with my thugs And we lookin' for that buzz Gimme no drugs, lend me some love Tonight, while I'm in this club Lonely as fuck, with my thugs And we lookin' for that buzz What's with these superficial people from my past? Dancin' 'round the fact that I did everything the motherfuckers bet against They be like, "Gather 'round, place your bets!" "This young man won't ever be shit!" Well my bad, I guess I just pursued this shit While you chose to settle down to have some kids I mean, it's okay to fall in line, just don't look back That's a long ass line that I'm not in I just never found the time, or had the chance Truth is: you can kiss my ass! Never been the one to bow down Never been the one to air out any situation, but right now When it's all your fault, I'm here now Gimme no drugs, lend me some love Tonight, while I'm in this club Lonely as fuck, with my thugs And we lookin' for that buzz Gimme no drugs, lend me some love Tonight, while I'm in this club Lonely as fuck, with my thugs And we lookin' for that buzz Don't talk back Don't talk back, boy Don't, don't talk back Don't talk back, boy Don't, don't talk back Don't talk back, boy Don't, don't talk back Don't talk back, boy, don't Thrift like a five hundred discount I move it, I move it like Madagascar Flip it like eight ball to inside of nose, it get raw Bloody leaf color like fall When you were callin', they said I'll be nothin' Well, suck on my dick and then lick on my balls They try to pin me down, they try to bind me And they try to kill me like Anna Nicole Th–th–they want to boot up my car Pussy boy like booty call, money quick like auctioneer Look what we did in a year, you need a neutral career I hate on myself when I look in the mirror Piddlin' voices all up in my ear Why do I care how I look? Why do I care what they say? I do not care what they say! (Rrruh!) Nowadays, everybody wanna talk (Niggas talk too much!) They forgot how to listen (Listen!) Till the prophets arisen we mix New Edition with nuclear fission I don't do auditions, I don't ask permission Ain't no politician, don't ask my opinion You got an addiction to what ain't your business Make the admission, I make like magicians and hit my Houdini Why they so soft like linguine? I murder this music routinely I know that you see me, don't see you searchin' the meanin' I think that's why you won't believe and the future is leanin' Revolutions started streamin', the reason why you see me beamin' I'm dreamin' of makin' moves like the government You better think about who you fuckin' with, get back! Don't talk back Don't talk back, boy Don't, don't talk back Don't talk back, boy Don't, don't talk back Don't talk back, boy Don't, don't talk back Don't talk back, boy, don't (Freak, ah, ah) Oh, your love– Won't you come this close to me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Be with me now that you're free (Free, free) Oh, yeah (Yeah) Won't you come this close to me, baby? Baby, yeah (Yeah) And if I could erase who you thought I was Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah And if I could erase who you thought I was Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Writer(s): William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood, Dijon Duenas, Ciaran Mcdonald, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Dominique Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Clifford Simpson, Russell Evan Boring Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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