BROCKHAMPTON - ALASKA lyrics

I used to work for people
I made a couple hundred dollars
Wasn't worth it even
I'm worth a hundred thousand
Not dollars but diamonds
I am mud out the bayou
Rip a page out the Bible, come and crucify me
I'm a long way from home
And this ain't Yellowstone
I trade a white bitch for
Catfish and yellow bones
This from the catacombs
This for the broken homes
From the south side of cities
Where my granny home
I moved to California, I bring a Grammy home
I call up bill collectors
"leave my fucking family 'lone"
We left the corner store on the way to caviar
The coupe is mustard colored
What the fuck is Grey Poupon?

Young KA, never quit your day job, uh
I bring the love to work, I need the day off
Uh

The lights stay off until my mind is made up
Uh
A young Zuckerberg, I wake up and make stuff
Uh these niggas copy us, they really
Need to pay us, uh
I'm from the city where
Your neighbors fight back you talking shit
We bring that work right to your lap
I love my niggas like white people love rap
We make the shit you'll probably
Never say on track again

Walked through doors all my life
Just to close them
Tore down walls all my life
Here's to the other side a whole new life
(Feeling the brand new feeling
Feeling the brand new feeling)
A whole new life
(Feeling the brand new feeling
Feeling the brand new feeling)
A whole new life
(New feeling, brand new feeling
Brand new feeling) a whole new life
(New feeling, brand new feeling, brand new)
(brand new, brand new)

(A whole new life) back when I was hustling
Ain't get no love from them (uh)
(A whole new life)
I paid my own bills and came
Up with the illest shit (uh)
(A whole new life) i was tryna find a way to
Get my family out of it (uh)
(A whole new life)
Spent my days in basements tryna
Write a motherfuckin' hit
Nowadays he's stumbling
They show such love to him
I shut it down to every show
We set the precedent
I'm just tryna show these niggas
Life is on some other shit
Keep your head high
Smile when the trouble rumblin'

I don't do what they say, it's unorthodox
Like bears sharing porridge
Inside with Goldilocks
Like Ozzy with no Sharon
He just called his parents
So fuck what I'm doing and
Fuck these damn critics
You should think for yourself
That shit is cancerous
Get my head rubbed by fingers
Of fuckin' hand models middle finger
Fuck the hair up at all our concerts
Maybe if I cared less, I'd wear a hair net
But now my eyes, ten million by twenty five
Dropped out of Lone Star
Booked flight from Lone Star
Was working a couple jobs and
Quit, became a star, uh