BROCKHAMPTON - CHICK lyrics

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 psychopath
I bet the marble feel good on your bare foot
I'm in the backyard hiding
Out like I'm Bigfoot
And I won't cater to you
Yeah I am not Carrabba's
And I ain't taking 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
Aiming with they keyboard
They shootin' uppercase
I'm booking tour dates, money in the suitcase
Commander and the chief like, Barack Hussein
Same nigga, two names, I am onto new things
Flying 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
Seeing niggas get anxious
All these internet gangstas
I'm running outta patience, nigga
Stick to your day shift
And watch what you're saying
And please keep praying
'Cause niggas talk big 'til that
Price on their head

I feel the 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 colonizing 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 watching 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 being
A trip to the mall i need a summer to fall
I need a winter to spring
Got all these seasons within me
Building 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