Testo VICTOR ROBERTS - BROCKHAMPTON
Testo della canzone VICTOR ROBERTS (BROCKHAMPTON), tratta dall'album GINGER
My fuckin' Power Rangers couldn't protect me from that LAPD kick door
Motel, pig-pork
Swim through the livin' room, straight to the bathroom lookin' for great dope
My papa lookin' at my mama, lookin' at that closet like, "There that shit go"
Two keys and a thumper, 10K with the mustard
A whole family and no buster, this don't add up
My padre facin' them three strikes
And my mama just smacked the pipe
Crack smoke, got crashed tight, this shit still bad, 'cause
The boys peeped a Brillo pad and some glass tucked
And it's lookin' like my parents was up in here runnin' off through that stash dump
But the fact, crack different than coke
Plus, the smoke wasn't close enough to choke me
Lowered scrutiny so mom could kick big facts for bruh
The truth is, we held a bag for this kid we took in
Tryna part with his old ways, maybe we all mistook him
'Cause I knew something was fucked up when he said
"Don't open or look in this here satchel
That I'll be back for in just a couple of minutes"
And hella hours later, like do I cook dinner now or later?
Worried about cold food for a cold fool
Motherfucker put my family in danger
I blame myself, pardon my anger
I never looked inside his stuff
So he never really needed to hide his stuff
When you showed me what was really inside his stuff
I never had a clue
Now I know as police, you gotta do what you gotta do
But this my family, all I got us, my nigga
My own mother just shot at us, my nigga
This is why we here
And I don't fuck with niggas I don't know
But I had the heart to help this kid in danger, tears in anger
Gemini gettin' violently
Police silence don't help anxiety
My daddy's priors tame all of his wildin'
All of these pilots, not one of them flyin'
Y'all planning on trying
This flight is divin', nose tucked
Popo stuck, play your part
All this commotion and the neighbors listenin' like, "Oh, fuck!"
Shit finna spark
All this emotion, need a decision made with some heart
'Cause ours is broken
They tryna lock the third notch on my pop's chocker
This shit ain't kosher
Moms of for if CPS get sent them pages
I ain't gon' see my parents for ages
All this erosion, no more protection
Shit don't feel safe
What graduation? What degrees?
What dissertation? What imagination?
Imagine my whole world taken away from me
All over some basic misconstrued melodies
My heart racin', clutchin' my red Ranger, pacin'
I can barely breathe
And mister policeman, told policeman
We got what we need
Just let 'em be
Thank God for my bitches still stickin' with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I'm built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for my bitches still stickin' with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I'm built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me
And if you're hurtin'
Love yourself with my heart
And if you're hurtin'
Love yourself with my heart
Thank God for my bitches still stickin' with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I'm built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for my bitches still stickin' with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I'm built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for me
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for me
Oh, oh
(Nobody)
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Beatty, Clifford Simpson, Ciaran Mcdonald, Romil Hemnani, Jabari Manwarring, Victor Roberts
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