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BROCKHAMPTON - ROADRUNNER: NEW LIGHT, NEW MACHINE Album Lyrics



BROCKHAMPTON - ROADRUNNER: NEW LIGHT, NEW MACHINE Lyrics






BUZZCUT

Who let the dope boys out?
Thank God you let me crash on your couch
Who's my God that I'm prayin' to now?
Early two-thous', they tried to jump me in, Latino protection
Any direction, you gave me your blessing
Texan, I text him, I told him I got him
Told him I made it to Hollywood, all it took was a summer to fail
A platinum record not gon' keep my black ass out of jail
Truth prevails, this is real, miss my brother
I love my mother, drove all the way to Cali' just to check up on me
Made her go home, felt the virus
Web of life is my weed, false dreams stripped by silence
Deals they had us sign, for years it had me blind
Think I had to hit rewind and think about why I do shine
Got my cousin doin' time, he was barely pushin' dimes
My whole family cursed, now get the f*ck out my ride

'Ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, yeah, I
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin'
Come get the f*ck out my ride
'Ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, yeah, I (get the f*ck out)
F*ck with me, gives no shit, guess my ignorance is bliss
Now get the f*ck out my ride
'Ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, yeah, I
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin'
So get the f*ck out my ride
'Ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, yeah, I
Plus I tend to say shit to get these motherf*ckers sick (get the f*ck out)

Live from the gutter, blood like red paint spills
You niggas ain't alpha, you're incels
You normies ain't a part of the script, dox your house with Crips
Pop shit and I'ma get content, constant
Where to begin? A veteran with medicine pen
Let 'em all in, treat 'em like they next of my kin
Checkin' your chin way before the record begin
Niggas blow a lot of smoke like they breath in the wind
Ain't no pretend, tell you how it is, how it go
What do you know? when you start escapin' your soul
White on the street, walking the beat like Abbey Road
Truth be told, no such thing as real nigga mold
Through the light, camera, action, glamour, glitters and gold
Unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
No peace on the street, so I'm clutchin' my heat
Gotta watch for these savages roamin' the street (go)

I (I) (go)
I'ma see you when I do
Now get the f*ck out my ride
'Ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, 'ide, yeah, I (yeah, nigga)
(we back up in this thang)
Now get the f*ck out my ride (yeah, new machine)
(Yeah, I) They said I'd never ever see the sunlight (tell 'em)
I thought I'd never ever see the sunlight
They said I'd never ever see the sunlight

Sometimes it drives me crazy (look at the sky)
This all I got for you (niggas)
The sunlight, it'll drive you crazy
What is God to you niggas?
Goddamn, motherf*cker, uh
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Writer: Daniel Sewell, Ian Simpson, Imondre Shaver Goss, Jabari Manwarring, Jared Scharff, Jeremy Ruzumna, Joseph Karnes, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, Stephen Feigenbaum, Vasant Sundaresan
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






CHAIN ON

One, two

Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell them boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga
Tryna say
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell them boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga
Tryna say

Fifth string, Young Peggy ring (go)
Slick with the ink, these melodies need Duolingo (shit)
Same size as Dua Lipa, where the f*ck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos, you feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick like Rolento
Did you win if your purpose is just perfect potential?
Did you live up to it, is you just doin' the minimum?
Used to get fifty views, now they need Peggy's momentum (yeah)
Let's check the addendum
Switch the code, I'm speakin' prophecies, like That's So Raven
Bald headed with lil status, I feel like Maven
But I be dressed like Raven, up in the studio slavin'
Wonder how Peggy be (wait, wait)
Wonder how Peggy be cakin'? I be Easy Bakin'
My oven stay prepped and ready for the heat they takin'
Niggas done took this road and failed they ain't have proper placement
Some of you niggas don't look well, does Peggy make you hate him?
Is it how I make the beats sound like Poltergeist? (Huh?)
Or when my homies bring my name up is it breedin' spite?
It's all talent, perfectly balanced, young Supreme Kai
Who am I? Wake up every morning like it's do or die
No surprise, suits get jealous when you cut the ties
Livin' life, Lance Armstrong at the finish line
Give it time, when we catch them cops on cam
I don't need six seconds, you remember Vine
It's nasty

Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'all, y'all

Of course all the hardcore heads
This one goes out to you
Crank up the volume one time
Peace to all the real DJs out there
Cause I don't send my music to no garbage DJs
They get me

Woop-woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop-woop, that's the sound of the beast
Woop-woop, that's the sound of da police

Stuck in the wild, murder with a smile
The only child to make it up out the mud (yeah)
My fingers bloody, my tooth is kinda crushed (uh-huh)
The rush I hate is the one that you love
Fingers crossed (yeah), crisscrossed, applesauce
Rugrats, writin' raps, quittin' jobs, runnin' laps
Who is that that found the coke in your bag?
I was hopeless, we would laugh, on the lawn doin' bad
Ayy, ayy, I need some new jeans, I admire your blue jeans
I admire your mood swings, I admire the whole thing
It's gettin' lonely in Cali', yeah, it's so sunny though
Still got hope for the bloke over there with the runny nose
If I could keep your eyes on me long enough
I could prolly trick you into thinkin' that I'm right enough
Like I got it all together, tell your fam' I'm bright enough (uh)
Keep my crew tight enough (ah)
Give me the time, I'm writin' up (uh, yeah)

It stands out on the highway
Like a creature from another time

Hold me by surprise (surprise, yeah)
And try to remember yesterday (ah, you)
Hold me by my head (head, yeah)
And rinse away the pain of yesterday (yesterday, ah you)
I lay, I pray, for you in this time
I lay, I pray, for you in this time
I lay, I pray, for you in this time
I lay, I pray, for you in this time

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Like a creature from another time) Yeah

Hold me by surprise
Oh, yeah
Hold me by surprise
Oh yeah, oh, yeah-whoa (see, you quick)
Hold me by surprise
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hold me by surprise (yeah)

And try to remember yesterday
Hold me by my head
And rinse away the pain of yesterday

(Cash rules everything around me)
I lay
I pray (cash rules everything around me)
For you in this time
(Cash rules everything around me)
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'all

Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
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Writer: Barrington Devaughn Hendricks, Clifford M. Smith, Corey Todd Woods, David Porter, Dennis Coles, Dominique Simpson, Gary E. Grice, Ian Simpson, Isaac Lee Hayes, Jason S. Hunter, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Robert Diggs, Romil Hemnani, Russell T. Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






COUNT ON ME

You look so different to me
It's like you barely even, listen

You look so different to me
It's like you barely even know me
You was missin' from me
Swear I'm tired of feelin' lonely
Like Field Mob song, Trill Mob boy
She been MIA for too long, so far
Now catch the compensation, change the conversation
Dollars all I'm chasin', ain't talkin' money? F*ck is you sayin'?
I'm non-comprehensive, money finish sentences
No, I ain't sensitive, nigga, just highly offended

It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us
It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us
I know that it'll be okay
You ain't even need no money, you can count on me
It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us
It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us
I know that it'll be okay
You ain't even need no money, you can count on me

Let's not fight the funk, she say I pour too much in my cup
F*ck the opposition, plus I'm still ridin' with it tucked
They say I should change the way I'm livin' but just can't get enough
Still be quick to up that chopper on his block and hit 'em up
My lil' brothers don't come home 'til November, I told 'em, "We gon' live it up"
Can't do shit but pray for J Ron 'cause that nigga don't gave a f*ck
Not at all, nigga, had my back against the wall, nigga
Mama told me I'd see it all, nigga

Yeah, who love you at your lowest of lows? I know, I mean
I'm in the backyard thinkin' I need, that smoke puffing outta my teeth
I'm good, I got my green, sittin' back sippin' ocean breeze
I don't got it, baby, ask them boys, all that hating turn to white noise
Tryna get red carpet fly, I don't flex my life, I don't lie
Treat life like I might die, don't like myself sometimes
But I bet that come with time, ever feel like ya head got screws?
A little bit loose, goddamn, give a f*ck if I lose
Ain't no fool, he got deja vu
I'm the man, I'm the dog, got juice
Just know I f*cked up too
Talk like you got it figured it out and I wish I did too

It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us
It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us
I know that it'll be okay
You ain't even need no money, you can count on me
It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us
It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us
I know that it'll be okay
You ain't even need no money, you can count on me

Count on me
Count on me
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Writer: Dalvin Serino, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Jared Scharff, Jeremy Ruzumna, Joseph Karnes, Matthew Garrett Champion, Rakim Mayers, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, Ryan Beatty
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






BANKROLL

Coo-coo
Yeah

Shit on your function, live from the dungeon (woo) (damn)
Don't know why you cuffin', my bitch, she be toungin'
You ain't got drip like this, can't talk like this (woo)
Safety pin on wrist, I put racks on my little bitch
Uh, speak of the truth, two K a tooth, ooh
Maybach Jeep, huh, raise the roof
Know that you envy me, but I am hater-proof
Talkin' with Diddy, I made me a mill' in about a day or two
Woo, ayy, filled with lust
Wanted to hear what Hype Williams talkin' 'bout bitches that I wanna bust
We supposed to be talkin' 'bout video treatments and such (damn)
But I'm busy lovin' on the IG, smut, damn, f*ck
I'm a GOAT in a Lamb truck
Tell the video, "Pan up when you talk to me"
Godzilla, trilla nigga, rip apart cities (coo-coo)
Side niggas in the pocket of my varsity (damn)

They couldn't take that from me
They want love, they got me, listen

You ain't have many friends, but you the shit to me (bankroll)
Every time you at the party, it's a scene (bankroll)
Always had to save you from a sunken thing (bankroll)
Sunken place, always comin' in your dreams (bankroll)
Lump up in my jeans, I got a bankroll (bankroll)
Never short on that lil' green, I keep a bankroll (bankroll)
And I'm walkin' with a limp, got too much bankroll (bankroll)
Huh, huh, I got too much bankroll

Won't take off my armor now
Can't afford not to splurge on her
Had to break down the Berlin Wall
Just to come talk to ya
Who hurt ya? I'll break his jaw
Young, handsome, with major plans
Numb hearts to my consonance
Numb hearts to my consonance
Make a run at the Boston bomb
I'm the one, yeah, the one she wants
Wanna love me like Wimbledon
Raise the volume, ring alarm
Hands on my girl, it's a charm
Got passion, don't call it loud
Don't tell my shorty, "Settle down"
I wear out like a hand-me-down
Don't say I'm too big for ya
Man, my head big, it's fallin' off
But I fit, no problem
Make it fit like nuts and bolts
One nut and I'm boltin' off
Your ex income minimum
Baby rollin' with some bigger dons
Baby rollin' with some bigger dons
I got the cash and the gas
'Cause I dash to the bag
My ice white like rice
Diamonds flash like the light, ayy

They couldn't take that from me
They want love, they got me, listen

You ain't have many friends, but you the shit to me (bankroll)
Every time you at the party, it's a scene (bankroll)
Always had to save you from a sunken thing (bankroll)
Sunken place, always comin' in your dreams (bankroll)
Lump up in my jeans, I got a bankroll (bankroll)
Never short on that lil' green, I keep a bankroll (bankroll)
And I'm walkin' with a limp, got too much bankroll (bankroll)
Huh, huh, I got too much bankroll

Wanna be my main bitch, you gotta get it creative
To roll around with me in the Grenadines
They gotta come through with them pristine
'Cause this bankroll is foreign
Aim for the net, I ain't goin'
Yeah, I'm gettin' money like bank machine
It got me lookin' legit and they know it
Yeah I'm countin' up, ain't gotta show it off
See me in your spot, low-key throwin' you off
If you talkin' 'bout cash in my ear like a kitty
You know that it's stayin' up
If you ain't on that, move back, bro
Don't even talk to the gang, no
Walk around, tool with the bankroll
Keep puttin' stacks in the bank, bro

You ain't have many friends, but you the shit to me
(Now guess the compensation)
Every time you at the party it's a scene
(Change the conversation)
Always had to save you from a sunken thing
(Dollars all I'm chasin')
Sunken place, always comin' in your dreams
(F*ck is you sayin'?)
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Writer: Baird Acheson, Darold Durard Brown, Ian Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Champion, Rakim Mayers, Romil Hemnani, Vasant Sundaresan, Williams Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






THE LIGHT

I give- my mom so- -ness
In the same house my dad died in, all alone
Tryin' not to be paranoid, tryin' not
As they're callin' it
'Cause every headline is a reminder that the world's f*cked
So I'm just tryna 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
Warpin' reflection in stainless steel, alcohol, and pills
Deadly combination left with nothin' else to feel
A floral haven, hopin' was painless, I see you in the faces, places
Am I makin' 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 top lion
As sick as our secrets, shadow people and needles
Fading through a peephole
Bedtime stories in 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, mama, this is not tennis
Take your shoes off, we just did the carpetin'
I could the take the hatin', I could take the praisin'
And 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'm aware 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
Showed 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
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Writer: Baird Robert Wittner Acheson, Gabriel Acheson, Ian Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarring, Jonathan Nunes, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






WINDOWS

Shit, I was just talkin' 'bout
Just that grind, the trenches, just
You know what I'm sayin', just all of that
I mean, you, you don't get the vibe of it

It feels good to get this shit out the mud, nigga
Made it from hard times, it's still love for the slums, nigga
We rob niggas just because, nigga
And I'll serve you anything, but nothin' less than a dub, nigga
And how it feel to be a dub, nigga?
I'm tryna be a better man but nothin' less than a thug, nigga
I kill shit, just check my background (buh)
I swear the gang shit my campground
Check my resume and ask 'round (yeah)
We just simply never back down (nah)
I caught a charge, now I'm back out
I bet this carbon blow his back out
Getting money, that's a fact now (Merlyn)
Bitches, they don't know how to act now (Merlyn)

The poor more polite, but the floor not nice (no)
Watch for your wife, I'ma take her out your life (you know)
She wet my white tee, now it's like a wet wipe (wet it)
Respect my tribe, I'm a dawg like Phife (get it?)
You love me like a check but my name not Nike (get it?)
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 (go Merlyn, go Merlyn)
All of these bars bought chains prison industries (go Merlyn, go Merlyn)
(Go Merlyn, go Merlyn, go Merlyn)
America did my people foul then get me 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

Sendin' a, "F*ck you" to you all
I'ma ship it, laminate it, got this shit straight off the lot
We ain't really no A-list, 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 can f*ck around and get to sounding like I'm wildin', man
Only crybaby is the one inside the buggy, man
You, 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 a tidal wave
Lonely like the point guard at the key, gotta isolate
Light it up, light it up, we bring the light show
Who the hell invited all they friends? F*ck if I know (yeah, yeah, yeah)

They at your window (them boy comin' for you)
They at your window (them boy comin' for you)
They at your window (you better not tell no lies)
They at your window (you know them boys outside)
They at your window (yeah, yeah) (them boy comin' for you)
They at your window (yeah, yeah) (them boy comin' for you)
They at your window, (yeah, yeah) (you better not tell no lies)
(And they ain't comin' to play, you should not tell no lies)

My pain 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 niggas made it out the motherf*cking 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 never get enough now

They at your window (yeah, yeah) (them boy comin' for you)
They at your window (yeah, yeah) (them boy comin' for you)
They at your window, (yeah, yeah) (you better not tell no lies)
(And they ain't comin' to play, you should not tell no lies)

I could see the eye upon me when I close mine
Drug-induced, comatose, it's leaking 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 gots to feed, I breathe to see defeat
F*ck police and authority
Never means nothin', mind f*ckin' 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 f*ck about the children
What do you believe? Nothing's ever what it seems 'til 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

I tried to warn you
These boys, they don't owe you
Outside, comin' for you
'Cause they don't love you and they don't owe you
I tried to warn you
These boys, they don't owe you
Outside, comin' for you
'Cause they don't love you and they don't owe you shit

F*ck the world and all that inhabit it
F*ck the world and all that inhabit it
Sometimes it's like, f*ck the world and all that inhabit it
Yeah, nigga
We back up in this thing (Road)
Sometimes it's like, all or nothing (Road)
F*ck the world and all that inhabit it
Sometimes it's like, f*ck the world and all that inhabit it
Sometimes it's like

Just pick me up in the four door
I'll bless the beat, we smoke and rain ash like Mordor
The warlord's comin', check the lamb for the slaughter
The envy's so green, it should be flyin' a saucer
Yeah, and when the pressure is on, they gone
Ghost ride whipping, not your friends no more, so long
Snakes sneaking, I'm feelin' like I'm missing but never there
I'm still here, bitch, so God's winnin'
Lord willin' (Lord willin'), there's no ceilin' (no ceilin')
They all pussy (all pussy), get out your feelings (get out your feelings)
Can tryand run it up, but baby, I'm chillin' (uh-huh)
I make my money then dip, stay killin'
Stay killin', stay killin', stay killin'

Why you always start praying when that trouble comes? Why?
Why you always start praying when that trouble comes?
There the boys go again
Roadrunner
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Writer: Abhi Raju, Ciaran McDonald, Dalvin Serino, Darryl M. Gibbs, Dominic Painter, Dominique Simpson, Hasani Lateef Chapman, Ian Simpson, Imondre Shaver Goss, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarring, M. Jacobs, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, Ryan Beatty, Shaeem Wright, Vasant Sundaresan, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






ILL TAKE YOU ON

Ooh
(Smoking on somethin', talk about somethin')
Sha-ba-da-ba-dwee, dwee-dwee
(Said, I'm smokin' on somethin', talk about somethin') you, you

Baby, you
Could lift me out the struggle that I fell into
With all the crazy things that you put me through
I just need a way to keep pushin', gotta keep pushin'

And I'll take you on
If you give me the time
And then all at once
Don't wanna say goodbye (goodbye)
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
And I'll take you on (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you give me the time
And then all at once (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't wanna say goodbye (goodbye)
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (goodbye)

Drug dealer
Somebody that gon' heal her
Make her change her ways
Like nobody would believe her
She want a drug dealer
Somebody that gon' heal her
Make her change her ways
Like nobody would believe her
I need you by my side every day, every night
If your love is true then just prove that it's right
No matter what you do, I need you in my life
Baby, let's do it right, baby, let's do it right (oh)

And I'll take you on
If you give me the time
And then all at once
Don't wanna say goodbye (goodbye)
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
And I'll take you on (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you give me the time
And then all at once (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't wanna say goodbye (goodbye)
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (goodbye)

Open up your heart and I'll give in to you
Until you recognize that I'm into you, into you

You say that you love it when I try to make you stay
All that I've been savin' for you when I'm back again
But maybe I'm foldin' under pressure, baby
Just tell me I should and I won't go anywhere, ooh, ooh
Who's gonna find out?
Ooh, just tonight, ooh, just tonight, oh
If we run away
Ooh

And I'll take you on (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you give me the time
And then all at once (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't wanna say goodbye (goodbye)
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (goodbye)
And I'll take you on (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And then all at once (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Goodbye)
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

Open up your heart and I'll give in to you
Until you recognize that I'm into you, into you
And open up your heart and I'll give in to you
Until you recognize that I'm into you, into you

Baby, you
Could lift me out the struggle that I fell into
With all the crazy things that you put me through
I just need a way to keep pushin'
(Gotta keep pushin')

And I'll take you on
And then all at once
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
And I'll take you on
If you give me the time
Then all at once
Don't wanna say goodbye (goodbye)
Goodbye (goodbye)
Goodbye (goodbye)
Goodbye
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Writer: Baird Robert Wittner Acheson, Charlie Wilson, Chuks Chiejine, Ciaran McDonald, Ian Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarring, Luis Federico Vindver Arosa, Matthew Garrett Champion, Orlando Emerson, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, Simon Newsome
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, BROADWAY MUSIC CORPORATION, Kassner Associated Publishers Ltd, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






OLD NEWS

I did this all for you (for you)
(Ooh)

I did this all for you (for you)
What more I gotta prove?
The games you've put me through
They're all so old, be new
I did this all for you (for you)
What more I gotta prove?
The games you've put me through
That's old news

I wish it didn't end like this
You stopped lovin' me a long time ago, didn't notice
Pardon the waves, couldn't contain how I feel about it
Easy to say I am to blame, no other way around it
How you say you don't love me like you used to?
Solitude is becoming so unusual
Old news that you rush into everything
That's why I'm stuck here tellin' you, you

I did this all for you (for you)
What more I gotta prove?
The games you've put me through
They're all so old, be new
I did this all for you (for you)
What more I gotta prove?
The games you've put me through
That's old news

Say less, rain check, we friends, I guess
I got regrets, hop in Lexus
You don't hear me but I bought your earrings (what)
From the PJ's, treat you like a heiress
I ain't trickin', but I got it for your hair and nails
I'm always treat 'em too good and it always fails
You a angel, I'm the one that tripped and fell
Can't let go, I missed my own fairytale

I'm out my head, I'm in my notebook, I'm feeling hopeful
I joined The Band in Dylan's tour bus, turn up my vocal
Still making faces at your GoPro, like f*ck the promo
I'll do the live show for a one-horse town
The blue-black behind my eyelids of an unheard sound
The words cracked into a silence of a sun gone down
But no regrets, coyote, baby, you can watch me howl
We're just so different, you and I, I guess we both know now
I guess we both know now

I did this all for you (for you)
What more I gotta prove?
The games you've put me through
They're all so old, be new
I did this all for you (for you)
What more I gotta prove?
The games you've put me through
That's old news

Wish I knew what it meant when I said I loved you (I love you)
Rips in the threads of the net I fell through (ah)
What I gotta do for you?
Bet my life, paid the price
Almost died, shit was tight (for real)
What a life to lose
Beautiful and tragic, it rang true
Pleasure and pain, both remain (they do)
I was amazed in the maze with you
Said what I meant, meant what I said too
If you only knew
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Writer: Baird Robert Wittner Acheson, Dominique Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Nathaniel Johnson, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Van Zandt, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






WHATS THE OCCASION?

A million little pieces
All add up to nothin' lately
Swim within my bedsheets
It's somethin' like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?

I know my sweat like cologne, see this house ain't like home
If I could swallow my pride, would you admit when you wrong?
I know it's easy to just skip it, flippin' out and you gone
Maybe I wouldn't be so testy when you came my for glow
Got dinner on the kitchen table, make sure everyone know
I make my Sunday mornings feel like Friday nights
I feel like Boobie Miles under these Friday lights
Ready to pounce on any pussy-ass bitch come for my life
I'm tired of validation
I'm tired of wonderin' what the f*ck I gotta do to save ya
You been in this shit for years, I can't be your savior
Hearted speech with Satan, on my knees I pray on
Everything I say breakin' into

A million little pieces
All add up to nothin' lately
Swim within my bedsheets
It's somethin' like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?

I stay runnin' from somethin' I can't see
True colors blindin', f*ck away from me
Gunnin' for somethin' I don't need
I lead two lives, find me
Who's to blame? Who's to say I leave?
Forced to change, forced to face my seed
Break a bit, breakin' in timely
Good on my own but I've been feelin' alone
I gotta go, don't ask why
Watch the dominos and the time fly
Either way it goes, scribble outta line
Get the picture, it's different from when I met ya

A million little pieces
All add up to nothin' lately
Swim within my bedsheets
It's somethin' like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?

What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?

A million little pieces
All add up to nothin' lately
Swim within my bedsheets
It's somethin' like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
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Writer: Baird Robert Wittner Acheson, Christian Alexander, Gabriel Acheson, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






WHEN I BALL

My mama said I didn't come into this world with tears
Instead I welcomed her with open eyes and open ears
Became the glue to a few things that couldn't be repaired
We saw a future in each other blendin' hope and fear
Some things you don't get to decide, it's just a fate you share
I used to try to hold the weight that she would need to bear
Watched uncles goin' on vacation for a couple years
When they came back, they needed clothes and had no souvenirs
I pick up the phone, they're callin' us from correction
But nothin' is wrong, it's fillin' my heart with questions
My mama is home, I'm followin' her expressions
A drop in her tone, some things that she had to mention
I nodded, I listened, she had all of my attention
When you on your own, there's gonna be some directions
I need you to follow and never make an exception
I nodded, she held me and wished I would be protected

You always used to tell me
I can be anything I wanna be
But it's hard to see, it's hard to be
You always used to tell me
I can be anything I wanna be
But it's hard to see, it's hard to be with you

On my sucker-free shit since I was a fetus
Pullin' up at the doc in a Mazda 626
Bet my dad was trippin' bad, hit the gas like car chase
Light blue in the back, mama gettin' labor pain
Dropped my sister at the bozo house was twenty-three
Sweat drippin' down the face like river runnin' free
Dark mornin' with the fog pourin' in and out the trees
Every movement through they eyes seem to zoom at light speed
Before me she lost one still born tragedy
Grittin' the teeth down to the root, pain like a cavity
Holdin' hands like they glued radio channel on news
Valentine's with a X up on the calendar, they knew
I would be a f*ckin' baller like them posters on the wall
A little stain could be the beauty in it all
Amidst all the trouble most your luck was rubbin' off
Stickin' to ya like moss, you my Kate, you my rock, forever

You always used to tell me
I can be anything I wanna be
But it's hard to see, it's hard to be
You always used to tell me
I can be anything I wanna be
But it's hard to see, it's hard to be with you

Here I go, I'm gonna spread my wings
All grown up like go and look at me
You'll always be (you'll always be)
A part of me (a part of me)
Here I go, I'm gonna spread my wings
All grown up like go and look at me
You'll always be (you'll always be)
A part of me (a part of me)

That's why
A part of me, a part of me
A part of me, a part of me
A part of me, a part of me
A part of me, a part of me
A part of me, a part of me
That's why
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Writer: Alexander O'Connor, Baird Robert Wittner Acheson, Chad Hugo, Dominique Simpson, Ian Simpson, Jeremiah Cobra, Matthew Garrett Champion, Russell Evan Boring
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






DONT SHOOT UP THE PARTY

All-American self-hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore cash could rule me
Colonized minds by masters and slaves
They both hate niggas that like niggas the same
Homophobic, I tried to gang bang
I tried to get laid, I had to get paid
Hopped off the ship, I land on my feet
In Corpus Christi I got my own street
Runnin' this shit like it's a track meet
I had to go back home, I seen too many niggas die in a week
I give my dogs black wealth, let 'em live well
What a miracle we dreamed a million stories to tell
You are now tuned in, baby, to the new classic
New machine, keep the peace, keep 'em dancin'

Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up the party
Please, please
Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up the party
Please, please
Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up my party
Please, please (please, please)
Please, please (please, please, please, please)

This a jam for you whims and you woes
For the people in the back standin' on they tippy toes
Don't give a damn what the journalist wrote
Always dead inside like they in the catacombs
On the prowl like a lion in his throne
Watchin' for the prey that might slit his throat
It's 'bout time that I let your ass know
Y'all deserve the guillotine even more (uh-oh)
Kiss my ass, treat my balls like it's mistletoe
F*ck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride, uh-oh
This a good time, know I'm damn right
Order every single bottle of the best wine
F*ck if I know, need it all though
Dedicate this to my family in Chicago

Stay down, I'm sorry
Stay down, you're ugly
Uh-oh, oh
The people need more of the money
These white people don't love me
Uh-oh, oh
Stay down, I'm sorry
Stay down, we're hungry
Uh-oh, oh
I don't need you to love me
F*ck you, come f*ck me
I know

Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up the party
Please, please
Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up the party
Please, please
Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up my party
Please, please (please, please)
Please, please (please, please, please, please)

What's the issue?
Why you gotta grab that pistol?
Think about who gon' miss you
Never know what I been through
What's the issue?
Why you gotta grab that pistol?
Think about who gon' miss you
Never know what they might do

Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up the

(Yeah)
(Who you really wanna try to step to?)
(Try to step to?)
(Who you really wanna try to step to?)
(Oh)
(Oh, yeah)
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Writer: Baird Robert Wittner Acheson, Ciaran McDonald, Gabriel Acheson, Ian Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






DEAR LORD

Dear Lord, Lord
Will you come down and help out my brother?
Oh
So please, Lord
He needs you more-ore
I want you to let him know
That he's still loved (still loved)

So when your love shines through like the light
Let him know you want him to fight
(Where do I go now?)

So God bless you, Lord
Heal him with your light, oh yeah
Prayin' all the time to you
Show him to the light, oh yeah
Ooh, Lord
Hold him in your light, oh
Hold him in your light (yeah, yeah)

Show him your light, oh yeah (oh yeah)
So when your love shines through like the light
Let him know you want him to fight
(Oh) waiting by your side
He just needs your love and your light
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Writer: Ciaran McDonald, Nick Velez, Ryan Yoo
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






THE LIGHT PT. II

The light
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, why can't you do it?
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, screamin', "Please don't do it"
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, why did you do it?
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, screamin', "Please don't do it"

Sick of these niggas givin' me false info
Like I ain't grow up on MTV, Boondocks and The Chapelle Show
Bitch, I can handle the truth, that's how I enter the booth
Look at these bruises I got
It gave me so much confidence
Back when I was making songs at my mama's crib
The candles lit, the temperature risin'
What type of man can find the right time to fly in?
Especially when my cousin dyin'
Should've never sold my soul, should've protected all my pay-ins
To see the world move without you feel like a daydream
Kool-Aid stands, Band-Aids wrapped around your beautiful hands
Protect me from the city, couldn't save me from the world
Back then, had Yeezy on repeat in your whip, no peace in my streets
And these days no license
Only take the Jeep if my boyfriend is drivin'
Plus he got the kinda skin that make the police like him
Ever since I was a kid I always felt so frightened
My mama from the ghetto
Her vote go to any nigga that keep Jesus in the convo
Me and her just get on good terms
Thank God for them unexpected turns
Breaks her heart when she see my city burn
Thank God for teaching me how to learn
Have empathy even when it burns
But I hate that she got me in this box
Expectin' me to see the light
See the light, see the light
All my niggas to the right, right, right
You see the light, light, light, light
And all my niggas to the left-right, left-right, left-right
You see the light, light, light, light, light, light

When that hammer pulled back, did you think of me?
You were the one that taught me how to be
Look at me now in all my glory
Overcame a lot, that's a different story
Abandoned by the life-giver
Lookin' back at my life different
Deep cuts in the dusk of the final gasp
Before your life flashed
What happens when you die? Does it fade black?
I seen't you in my skin and the trucker cap
Miss it when we laughed
Didn't trust my intuition when I saw the cracks
I'm sorry, all I ever wanna do is make you proud
Fleetin' moments, always found a way around the frown
Set aside the pain to celebrate the now
Couldn't kick me out the house, I was f*cked up
Nothing to prove without doubt, if I'm man enough
What's the use? I could use you, 'cause I'm scared as f*ck
Tuck me in, always young enough to feel loved
And share some, are you lookin' down?
And a child reachin' out, brittle boned, crying now
The past does not define you
The past does not define you
The burden was too much
Couldn't save you from yourself when you'd self-destruct
Couldn't save me from myself when I pushed my luck
To tell the truth, I am just like you
Left it all in the pistol that you used
Always be a little man, follow in your footsteps
Even though I'm mad, even though you're gone
You live on, and the day I have kids
And tell 'em 'bout Grandpa and how great he is
And the grandkids' grandkids you'll never meet
If it weren't for you I wouldn't be, neither would they
It's safe to say I find a way out the darkness
The way you left ma hits me the hardest
What a shame, things change in the blink of an eye
Fade away, fast break to the depths in the sky
And permanents turn permanent with a nine
That's life, that's life

The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, why did you do it?
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, screamin', "Please don't do it"
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, why did you do it?
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, screamin', "Please don't do it"
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Writer: Baird Robert Wittner Acheson, Edelmiro Molinary, Henry Robert Solomon, Ian Simpson, Luis Federico Vindver Arosa, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Van Zandt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






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