Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BROCKHAMPTON
Performer
SoGone SoFlexy
Performer
Kiko Merley
Background Vocals
Baird
Background Vocals
Imondre Goss
Background Vocals
Ryan Beatty
Background Vocals
Abhi Raju
Guitar
Versus
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Wood
Composer
Matthew Champion
Composer
Dalvin Serino
Composer
Dominique Simpson
Composer
Imondre Goss
Composer
Russell "JOBA" Boring
Composer
Ryan Beatty
Composer
Abhi Raju
Composer
Ian Simpson
Composer
Ciarán McDonald
Composer
Isaiah Merriweather
Composer
Romil Hemnani
Composer
Jabari Manwarring
Composer
Darryl Gibbs
Composer
Dominic Painter
Composer
Hasani Lateef Chapman
Composer
M. Jacobs Jr.
Composer
Shaeem Wright
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kiko Merley
Producer
Baird
Recording Engineer
Video Store
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Recording Engineer
Jabari Manwarring
Producer
Tyler Shields
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Bryant
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Letra
[Verse 1]
Feels good to get this shit out the mud, ****
Made it from hard times, it's still love for the slums, ****
We rob **** just because, ****
And I'll serve you anything, but nothin' less than a dub, ****
And how it feel to be a dub, ****?
I'm tryna be a better man, but nothin' less than a thug, ****
I kill shit, just check my background
This murder game shit my campground
Check my resume or ask 'round (Yeah)
We just simply never back down
I caught a charge, now I'm back out
I bet this carbon blow his back out
Gettin' money, that's a fact now
Bitches, they don't know how to act now
[Verse 2]
The poor more polite, but the flow not nice
Watch for your wife, I might take your her out your life (You know)
She wet my white tee, now it's like a wet wipe
Respect my tribe, I'm a dog like Phife
Look at me like a check, but my name not Nike
Bitch, my number not a lottery
I'm like don't even talk to me (Stop)
Honestly wouldn't fly a Melbourne chick to Sydney
All of these bars bought chains, prison industries
America did my people foul, then gimme shot for free
While I watch Washington's wooden teeth in her booty cheeks
Kings of last century, was livin' like peasantry
I don't even like sleep, time is the only luxury
[Verse 3]
Sendin' a fuck you to you all
I'ma ship it, laminate it
Got this shit straight off the lot
We ain't rentin' no AVIS
Got the neighbors goin' crazy
It's me, Bari and Flexy
I can see through your bullshit like your face was made of plexi
I could fuck around and get to soundin' like I'm whinin', man
Only crybaby is the one inside the buggy, man
Who? I'm the bogeyman
You? Never sleep again
Nightmares, it's fright-filled the moment Freddy tuck you in
Stack my money higher than the foam atop of tidal wave
Lonely like the point guard at the key, got the isolate
Light it up, light it up
We bring the light show
Who the hell invited all they friends?
Fuck if I know
[Verse 4]
Dey at ya window
Dem boy callin' for you
Dey at ya window
Dem boy comin' for you
Dey at ya window
You bet not tell no lie
Dey at ya window
You know dem boys outside
Dey at ya window
Dem boy callin' for you
Dey at ya window
Dem boys comin' for you
Dey at ya window
You bet not tell no lies
And dey ain't comin' to play
You should not tell no lies
[Verse 5]
My pen could be a fortune teller or a ATM
It's got intentions of its own, I can't even pretend
Every moment is a fight nobody can defend
The circumstances should've never been there to begin
I watch the clocks melt as the devil dances
The chances are slim to none that you could understand this
Lost language we incantin', pain campin'
Amongst the stillborn raindrops is where I'm standin'
I wake up, breakin' up an eighth just to function
Rather be in neutral than continue to get sunken
All my **** made it out the motherfuckin' dungeon
Tank has been on E, but I gotta keep runnin'
What you finna lean on when the system is crumblin'?
Everybody reachin', but they really end up fumblin' when they touch down
Y'all don't appreciate in value like a bust down
My shit authentic, they can't ever get enough now
[Verse 6]
Dey at ya window
Dem boy callin' for you
Dey at ya window
Dem boy comin' for you
Dey at ya window
You bet not tell no lies
And dey ain't comin' to play
You should not told no lies
[Verse 7]
I can see that eye upon me when I close mine
Drug induced comatosis leakin' through me blind
The body is the temple
I invite spirits
We crack riddles and giggle behind closed blinds
Born to bleed
The brave and free got needs they gotsta feed
I breathe to see defeat
Fuck police and authority
Never means nothin', mind fuckin' myself to sleep
Had to take it to the streets
Capitalistic greed plague all society like COVID-19
Those dirty hands that feed don't buy it
Government officials don't give a fuck about the children
What do you believe?
Nothing's ever what it seems till you can't deny it
Flash points and flash bangs dictate defiance
History stuck on repeat in the loop of sirens
Terrorizin', always lyin'
Goddamn tyrants
Don't play with knives, kids
[Verse 8]
I tried to warn you
These boys, they don't know you
Outside, comin' for you
'Cause they don't love you and they don't know you
[Verse 9]
I tried to warn you
These boys, they don't know you
Outside, comin' for you
'Cause they don't love you and they don't know you
[Verse 10]
Fuck the world and all that inhabit it
Fuck the world and all that inhabit it
Sometimes it's like
Fuck the world and all that inhabit it
Yeah, ****, we back up in this thing
Sometimes it's like
All or nothin'
Fuck the world and all that inhabit it
Sometimes it's like
Fuck the world and all that inhabit it
Sometimes it's like
[Verse 11]
Just pick me up in the four door
I'll bless the beat with smoke and rain ash like Mordor
The warlord's comin', check the lamb for the slaughter
The envy so green, it should be flyin' a saucer
And when the pressure is on, they gone
Ghost ride whippin' not your friends no more, so long
Snakes sneakin', I'm feelin' like I'm missin'
But never that, I'm still here, bitch, so God's winnin'
Lord willin'
There's no ceiling
They all pussy
Get out your feelings
Can try and run it up but, baby, I'm chillin'
I make my money then dip, stay killin'
Stay killin', stay killin', stay killin'
[Verse 12]
Why you always start prayin' when that trouble come around?
Why you always start prayin' when that trouble come around?
There them boys go again
The roadrunner
Written by: Abhi Raju, Ciarán McDonald, D.Painter, Dalvin Dwayne Serino, Darryl Gibbs, Dominique Simpson, Hasani Lateef Chapman, Ian Simpson, Imondre Goss, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarring, M. Jacobs Jr., Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, Ryan Beatty, Shaeem Wright, William Wood

