J'OUVERT (Explicit)

J'OUVERT (Explicit) - BROCKHAMPTON

Lyrics by：Ciarán McDonald/Matthew Champion/Romil Hemnani/Russell Boring/Jabari Manwarring/William Wood

Composed：Ciarán McDonald/Matthew Champion/Romil Hemnani/Russell Boring/Jabari Manwarring/William Wood

Take it all leave it all leave it all leave it

When there's a rough patch

Don't eyefuck the parachute

They goin' A W O L 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 raised from hell s**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 bank 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**k the world let's start a riot

Got too much too quick

God d**n I'm feeling sick b***h call the doctor

Don't act like I ain't been dead to ya

Don't act like I ain't deserve this s**t

Couldn't last a day inside my head

That's why I did the drugs I did

Got issues with these motherf**kers

Looking down from they pedestals

From that petty view on that petty s**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 s**t

Misunderstood since birth

F**k what you think and f**k what you heard

I feel betrayed you can keep the praise

And all of the f**k s**t need to get away

Still ain't got the fright 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**kers

Guess I'm too real

Excuse we let me pass let me see your a*s

We ain't playin' nice little guy

Now let me let me run mah T

I 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 and the grams

I be in my bag excuse we goin' in let me pass

Smokin' all the grams in this bag bag bag

Man you isn't built for this man

Run it like a gingerbread man

F**k that s**t stay hydrated n***a

I'ma let that b***h go home

Kiss my momma wassup

Wassup

Wasssup wassup

Wassup

Wasssup wassup

Black power fist hangin' from my black 'fro

Yo she saw me in that cereal

She wants to lick a oreo d**n

Break the dam when I spit the flow

I'm on the Lam' not the f**kin' 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 s**t would

That this s**t would work work work

Work work work work work

Work work

With the dogs in my ride know the doors suicide

Paranoid do or die you should know we never lie

With the dogs in my ride know the doors suicide

Paranoid do or die you should know we never lie

Pull up with the racks to your shop

Cop a medallion or three I'm the don

Zim zim zim out the bim get shot

One mil two mil three that's a lot

D**n

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 bank bank suitcase

On my way to the bank on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank bank bank bank