Testo BOY BYE - BROCKHAMPTON
Testo della canzone BOY BYE (BROCKHAMPTON), tratta dall'album GINGER
Jabari, me paddy!
Ayy, everybody ask me how I deal with my depression
Man, look (man, look), I don't got the answer to your question
If I did, you would probably never hear from me again
That's a promise, not a threat and it ain't no half steppin' (hey)
Can't let it compromise the pace I'm settin' (hey)
Grandma told me don't forget to count my blessings (woo)
Breakin' up botanicals to ease my stressin'
Was the one that you needed but you weren't expectin'
Game need refreshin' (hey), what you been suggestin'? (Hey)
Wrote a new Constitution, we don't need amendin' (hey)
I go Johnnie Cochran when I'm raisin' my defenses (yeah)
Man, I feel like Michael Keaton when a nigga start ascendin' (hey)
Never second guessin' (hey), had to do a lot of restin' (hey)
Like I played for Popovich, tryna find our new direction (woo)
Listen, I ain't for the shelvin', what you niggas tellin'?
My team be rebellin' from wherever you were headin' (Goddamn)
My shit bump like a belly when it's pregnant (mhm)
Bona fide big bird lookin' like a Yeti (mhm)
Swift feet cheetah, that's a real big kitty
Made y'all judges, that's a real ass feelin'
I don't like the style, won't forget it, man, I did it (yeah)
Always got the shit, like constipated reverend (alright)
Y'all like to shit talk, no pun, all fun
But I make a bitch crack a giggle with the next one (oh)
Goofy ass boy, look like Elmer Fudd cousin (jeez)
Heavy ass feet, man, people heard you comin' (shit)
Actin' like Regina, you a lil' bit dramatic (George)
I been in the cockpit, I been in the cabin (right)
Take the eagle out just to ride around the planet (right)
Did a lot of curvin', man, I don't take damage
Oh so hot, so, sst, get branded
I'm just havin' fun, cops hit me, goddamn it (oh yeah)
Trauma got me fucked up, my mama got me fucked up
My lil' nigga locked up, it's like Hakuna Matata
Never liked Sci-Fi, empathetic Wi-Fi
Keep it in the back room, hide it with my dry eye
Put it in the vacuum, I got love for my label
15 million on the table, none of my niggas are stable
Need a personal connection, I just wanna feel you, baby
Bein' sober made me realize how poorly I been behavin', uh
My bitch is so pretty, pretty (mmm)
I get cash like really, really
Tell the DJ, man, he ain't slick 'cause he ain't playin' hits
He silly, silly (mmm)
My bitch is so pretty, pretty (mmm)
I get cash like really, really (get it)
Tell the DJ, man, he ain't slick 'cause he ain't playin' hits
He silly, silly (boy, bye!)
Ringin' their ears like a bark
Always feel left in the dark
Trauma the price for the patience
Character shaped like a arc
Move like my shit stay in park
Don't feel the love or respect
Grip like a hand on my neck
This is the year, place your bets
Boy, bye!
Ooh, ooh, beautiful and bashful
Ooh, ooh, ooh (mmm)
I'm beautiful and bashful
Boy, bye! (God damn! Mmm)
Boy, bye!
Boy, bye! (God damn! Mmm)
I'm beautiful and bashful
Credits
Writer(s): Russell Evan Boring, Romil Hemnani, Dominique Simpson, William Wood, Clifford F. Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarring, Ciarán Ruairidh Mcdonald, Matt Champion, Varoujan Hakhbandian, Reza Attai
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