BROCKHAMPTON, Ryan Beatty - Get Back lyrics
[BROCKHAMPTON, Ryan Beatty - Get Back lyrics]
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
(Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
What you immersed with, burst your bubble
The trouble that we be surfin' through
It hurts to chew, I gotta face the truth
My brother face the judge
I can't face the drugs
Them corporates, dawg, man
They laced the drugs
You can hang with us, yea
Just don't be a weirdo unless it's natural
Like my dreads and my bed, so lonely
Thank God for the homies
Thank God for the groceries
That you brought through
'Cause we was gettin' hungry, niggas
Know that I'm a lot, too
I got a lot to lose, when the pressure's on
The block is cool
The vibes is new, ain't nobody watchin' you
So how could we be robbin' you?
I need you more than you think
I make more than you think
I think more than you think
If I keep goin' at this rate
I'll be a great next week
Album done in my sleep
I got it done in a week
Been possessed by my old self
Fuckin' with the Devil got me
Fuckin' hella hoes still
Money that I owe still
My father paid my phone bill
(That's just karma comin' back)
'Cause I ain't seen his crib still
I ain't met his kids still
I'm tryna have a kid still
(Ayo, can I get out this deal? Real quick?)
Need ya, need ya to get back
Need ya, need ya to get (I need you to)
Need ya, need ya to get back
Need ya, need ya to get
I need you to need me
Get back, biting to get physical
Want this to be easy, get back
'Cause you know that easy come and easy go
Need ya, need ya to get
I need you to need me
Get back, biting to get physical
Want this to be easy, get back
'Cause you know that easy come and easy go
Get back get, get, get, get
Back, back, back, back get, get, get, get
(Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
What you immersed with, burst your bubble
The trouble that we be surfin' through
It hurts to chew, I gotta face the truth
My brother face the judge
I can't face the drugs
Them corporates, dawg, man
They laced the drugs
You can hang with us, yea
Just don't be a weirdo unless it's natural
Like my dreads and my bed, so lonely
Thank God for the homies
Thank God for the groceries
That you brought through
'Cause we was gettin' hungry, niggas
Know that I'm a lot, too
I got a lot to lose, when the pressure's on
The block is cool
The vibes is new, ain't nobody watchin' you
So how could we be robbin' you?
I need you more than you think
I make more than you think
I think more than you think
If I keep goin' at this rate
I'll be a great next week
Album done in my sleep
I got it done in a week
Been possessed by my old self
Fuckin' with the Devil got me
Fuckin' hella hoes still
Money that I owe still
My father paid my phone bill
(That's just karma comin' back)
'Cause I ain't seen his crib still
I ain't met his kids still
I'm tryna have a kid still
(Ayo, can I get out this deal? Real quick?)
Need ya, need ya to get back
Need ya, need ya to get (I need you to)
Need ya, need ya to get back
Need ya, need ya to get
I need you to need me
Get back, biting to get physical
Want this to be easy, get back
'Cause you know that easy come and easy go
Need ya, need ya to get
I need you to need me
Get back, biting to get physical
Want this to be easy, get back
'Cause you know that easy come and easy go
Get back get, get, get, get
Back, back, back, back get, get, get, get