BROCKHAMPTON - DISTRICT lyrics

"I'm Sammy Jo, and my
Favorite colors are, um, black and red"

Let me find my way out of this bitch (Uh)
Find myself high in the distance (Uh)
Find me up, lying in this ditch (Ugh)
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' (Woo)
If I can't find the time to get my heart out
(Ugh) would you stomp 'em out when
We slow the world down? (Ugh)
Would you hold it down for
Me when my heart pound? (Ugh)
Ain't no telling, no telling
So call the coroner
Let me find my way out of this bitch (Ugh)
Find myself high in the distance (Ugh)
Find me up, lying in this ditch (Ugh)
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin' (Woo)
If I can't find the time to get my heart out
(Ugh) would you stomp 'em out when
We slow the world down? (Ugh)


Would you hold it down for
Me when my heart pound? (Ugh)
Ain't no telling, no telling
So call the coroner

Ayy, I'ma just bounce with that in fact
I bought a whole damn house with that
Ayy, hand me where the ounces at
Tell me where the damn these ounces at
Ayy, tell me where the ounces at
Tell me where the ounces, ounces at
Ayy, tell me where the ounces at
Tell me where the ounces, ounces at

It's getting hot, you best just
Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down
Simmer down the effects can't touch this
Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down
Simmer down stand up, stand down, bitch
Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down
Simmer down wait, wait, wait

I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I
I i ain't ever been the one
That's scared of you
Baby, you can come and get it
I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I
I baby, when the karma gets you, yeah
Maybe you can run away with us

In my bag, in the vault
Moving on, move along, ain't my fault
Moved too fast, life had skidded to a halt
Got back on the road and made it to the start
Disregarding the emotional discharge
Can't forget the mission put into my heart
I ain't playing games with you
To play your part
Standing up with pride behind my battle scars

Money walk and money talk
But money no make comfortable
Big-ass house and big-ass car don't add
Up when you die alone
I want wife, nice life
Highlights with some little clones
I want bliss, no strife
Rewind, don't slice around my aura
With the better lies
I want a better life, bend around the corner
One deep, eyes shut, really know the place
Projecting on me, I don't correlate
Straight from manipulation
Wouldn't wanna infiltrate my brothers
Still wanna get me high
Eyes low off that methadone
Always throwing curve, like a reaper scythe
Gnawing on my wood like a termite
Entering my world like a parasite
(Parasite, parasite, parasite
Parasite, parasite, parasite)

Praise God, hallelujah! (God, God)
I'm still depressed (Damn, damn)
At war with my conscience
Paranoid, can't find that shit
Woo, praise God, hallelujah! (God, God)
I'm still depressed (Damn, damn)
At war with my conscience paranoid, I can't

Let me find my way out of this bitch
"I'm Sammy Jo, and my
Favorite colors are, um, black and red"
(Damn)
(Ugh) With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'
(Ooh da-aa, da, da, da, da)
If I can't find the time to get my heart out
(Ugh) would you stomp 'em out when
We slow the world down? (Damn)
Would you hold it down for
Me when my heart pound? (Ugh)
Ain't no telling, no telling
So call the coroner

Sittin' on your porch
Across parking lots and you
Light it up, better dodge the cops
And I'll never get sick of
Playing with your locks
I, I miss you lots, I, I miss you lots, I, I
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots
That's all I got for you
And I'll never get sick of
Playing with your locks, I, i
That's all I got for you
Sittin' on your porch
Across parking lots and you
That's all I got for you
Miss you lots, I, I miss you lots, I, I
That's all I got for you
Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots
That's all I got for you
And I'll never get sick of
Playing with your locks
I, I miss you lots, I, I miss you lots
I, I miss you lots, I, I miss you lots, I, I
That's all I got for you