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iridescence

J'OUVERT

BROCKHAMPTON J'OUVERT - iridescence
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Take it all or leave it
I feel you
When there's a rough patch
don't eye for the parachute
They goin' AWOL the second
that the light goes on
This a treat ain't it
soon as she hit the powder room
I pull it back and check my rose
and yeah I'm 'bout to bloom
It's that '90 raised from hell shit
parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel
strobe light I 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 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
Fuck the world let's start a riot
Got too much too quick
God damn I'm feeling sick
bitch call the doctor
Don't act like
I ain't been dead to ya'
Don't act like
I ain't deserve this shit
Couldn't last a day inside my head
That's why I did the drugs I did
Got issues
with these motherfuckers
Looking down from they pedestals
From that petty view
on that petty shit
Pray for peace
with a knife in my hand
Speak my piece
like a gun to my head
Come equipped
just to blast this shit
Misunderstood since birth
Fuck what you think
and fuck what you heard
I feel betrayed
you can keep the praise
And all of the fuck shit
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 motherfuckers
Guess I'm too real
Excuse we let we pass
rum is the gas
We ain't play nice little guy
Doh blame meh
blame di rum no t―
I be in my bag
excuse we goin' in let we 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 we pass
Smokin' all the grams in this bag
Man you isn't built for this man
Run it like the gingerbread man
Fuck that shit stay hydrated nigga
I'ma let that bitch go home
kiss my momma wassup
Wassup
Black power fist hangin'
from my black 'fro
Yo she saw me in that cereal
she want to lick a Oreo damn
Break the dam when I spit the flow
I'm on the lam like the fuckin' wool
Hoppin' out the van
I'm at Abbey Road
Fans with cameras in the bathroom
man that's difficult
I just wanna smoke
a Backwoods by my lovely 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 shit would
That this shit would work work work
Work work 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 3 I'm the don
Zim zim zim out the bim get shot
One mill two mill three that's a lot
Damn
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