Testo CHICK - BROCKHAMPTON
Testo della canzone CHICK (BROCKHAMPTON), tratta dall'album SATURATION II
Why you look like that? (he looks crazy as fuck)
He look crazy as hell
But he dress well (oh, my God)
Why his face look puff?
Why he look like that? (you look like a-)
Why your hair like that? (like a chipmunk or something)
Why your teeth like that? (or like a prairie dog)
Why your cheeks like that?
I got this shitty moustache, and a new haircut
Short but tall enough to ride every ride, so it's fair enough
Teeth crooked but my breath fresh just like the evergreens
My attitude is bit like, a psys- fuck!
You mean a psychopath
I bet the marble feel good on your bare foot
I'm in the backyard hidin' out like I'm Bigfoot
And I won't cater to you
Yeah, I'm not Carrabba's, and I ain't takin' orders
Here for the loot, and to inspire some of you
To do what you do despite all the, "Fuck you's"
'Cause they shit on your shit, stab you right in the back
'Til you're shittin' on the toilet with Grammys in your lap
Niggas talk a lot of shit, in a safe place
Aimin' with they keyboard, they shootin' uppercase
I'm bookin' tour dates, money in the suitcase
Commander and the chief like, Barack Hussein
Same nigga, two names, I am onto new things
Flyin' out of Houston, lemme say a few things
I don't give a fuck about you or your screen name
I'ma be a star even if I say the same things
'Cause them same things keep me on the wavelengths
I dropped another verse so you gon' have to pay me
Glock with no safety, seen niggas on the pavement
Over gang affiliations, guns with extensions
Seein' niggas get anxious, all these internet gangstas
I'm runnin' outta patience, nigga, stick to your day shift
And watch what you're sayin', and please keep prayin'
'Cause niggas talk big 'til that price on their head
I feel these voices always drown out all the noise in the room
They don't employ you for your purpose, they just need a platoon
Another number in a line ready to march into tombs
I ain't the one to assume, I put the coon in tycoon
We colonizin' the moon, I see you look to the sky
And start to wish it was you, sometimes I wish I was me
Sometimes I'm watchin' my life
I'm dissociated from what eats my heart up at night
Sleep on a cloud of my strife
I ain't afraid of the heights, they all afraid to appall
I'm just afraid of excitement bein' a trip to the mall
I need a summer to fall, I need a winter to spring
Got all these seasons within me, buildin' a story to sing
Don't need a dollar to dream, I need a billion, in facts
I need a trillion in wealth, y'all niggas need to relax
I wanna build up the culture, they wanna dream in the trap
I took the zoom off my lens, and I saw the world in my lap
I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
I'm not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
Keep the sand in the-
Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Simpson, Romil Hemnani, Ameer Vann, Dominique Simpson, Matthew Garrett Champion
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