BROCKHAMPTON - BET I lyrics

Smoking like five, six blunts in this bitch
My nigga Jon rollin' up, smoking heavy
Shout my nigga Jabari i ain't been the same
Since my Grandma passed damn, damn
Ma ain't been the same
Since my Grandma passed damn, damn
She don't smoke weed to get high damn, damn
She only smoke dope 'cause her friends do it
Damn, damn

She don't give a fuck about no homework
(She don't) she gone pop that pussy but
Give me dome first (I said)
She pretend she love me until her throat hurt
(She gon')
We gone need some rubbers and some more work
(Ohh)
We be screaming like our TV don't work
(Oh, oh)
Her Mama say to leave 'fore she disown her
(yeah, I'm on)
And I don't blame her either
Took her from the church
Now watch me burn it down while I soul-search

Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down
Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down
Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down
Now watch me, watch me while I burn it down

We be getting high
Acting like we ain't got problems
We be getting high
Acting like we ain't got problems
We be getting high
Acting like we ain't got problems
We be getting high, we be getting high, oh
Whoa

She only call me when she wanting to get high
Roll that weed, push them needles
Slide them panties to the side
Off that shit we gon' fuck through the night
Tight white skin
Just the right fit for the night
Take another sip if you'd like
Another motherfucking bong rip if you like
You ain't going home for the night
Put you in that seat to the right
Coming home with me for the night
And I'ma get you high
Take you places you ain't been
And never have to leave this spot
Melt here right here in the sky
And I can make it rain and
Watch it wash them sins away
So tell me, do you really feel lonely?
Waking up cold, you be calling out to hold me
To make you feel whole, just not so alone
Never let you go and we never coming down
And you ain't got no home
So we ain't got no problems
If all we need is drugs
Then all you gotta do is call me
If all we need is love
Then why is hate is what surround me?
Swallow all these down
And let these problems melt and drown me
Just drown me, just drown me

Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down
Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down
Bet I, bet I, bet I burn it down
Now watch me, watch me while I burn it down

We be getting high acting like
We ain't got problems
We be getting high acting like
We ain't got problems
We be getting high acting like
We ain't got problems
We be getting high, we be getting high, oh
Whoa

She done flipped the pharma
She done flipped 'em, she done flipped those
All I wanna know is where you, ooh, ooh
Powder shower, down on you (Down on you)
Know you sour, no sweets from you ooh ooh
Baby gon' fuck till the night finish
She gon' suck till the life in it
She probably gone bite till the blood hit it
Got some Polaroid nudes, put a knife in em
You a bad girl (Bad girl) , bad habit
Bad girl (Bad girl) , good finish
Bad girl, gon' get it, read
A bad girl like book, what?
She throw it, throw it back like a hook
What?
See, I don't wanna tell em who I love, no
(No, no, no)
She gonna hit me like a plug, whoa
All we gon do is fuck on the floor (Whoa)

Bad girl, no bad girl, no
She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah
She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah
She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah
She so bad, she so bad, she so bad, yeah
She's a bad, bad girl, woah, woah oh
She's a bad, bad girl, oh, oh, oh, woah

Bitch came through
You know what I'm saying?
She was bad as shit, she was bad as shit
Man, I'm telling you, man
I'm telling you, yo
She had that nice ass on her and shit
But, yo, yo, yo, Tim, Tim
Tim, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen
Listen, listen
Yo, yo, yo, tell me, tell, listen, listen
If she got that thing man I swear
I think she got that jungle fever

Then I'm Tarzan, homie, if she bleeding
Tug it yeah I dropped my standards
My teachers aren't
Tryna flunk me down, they tryna hold me back
Fuck Kenan & Kel, man I ain't with All That
No, I ain't fight this hard since
My Daddy put em up
I was hitting them trees in his big red truck
Came a long way from having my shirt tucked
And I still don't give a fuck
And I still don't give, uh, no I don't
Duct tape on my jeans, let it
Show, I'm a fuck up, let 'em know
I'm sorry, Mama
Last time I cried was for my Grandmama
Could smell her like the flowers
Africana summer