BROCKHAMPTON - GIVE IT lyrics
[BROCKHAMPTON - GIVE IT lyrics]
What's worse is y'all just
Be stumblin' backwards
2001, the living room was filled with glass
It smelled like Backwoods
I can't even remember the last
Time like I felt like
That was appropriate for you to
Be calling me names
I was leavin' you laughin'
I build from passion, study
Magic, got a patent, born a patient
Turn around like I'm Fantasia
Tell them niggas that I'ma grace ya
I trade you for a Mercedes, baby
I wonder if that chain is real
Stop signs in disguises, man
I wonder if that pain is real
As the sun shine, my nigga Ashlan, man, yeah
He paint the steel
We ain't painin' still, stay still
Find ways to stay real
They grill but they don't feel
I grow weaker and weaker
As I bleed through the
Speaker, Heaven is mine, god is me
I am one with my niggas
I am one with my niggas
I can't deal with the time
I won't listen to you
If you count your check right
They won't give up on you
If you don't pull up on me right
I'ma give it to you
Middle finger to the sky, I'ma give it to you
I can't deal with the time
I won't listen to you
If you count your check right
They won't give up on you
If you don't pull up on me right
I'ma give it to you
(Can you turn the beat up?)
Middle finger to the sky, I'ma give it to you
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, call the ambulance, I need a, shh, shh
Clear (Woo)
I'm a little tilted like a fallen chandelier
(Hello)
I just got my fan, I don't like bullshit
I can't hear (Nah)
Fresh, I done showed up feelin' fresh
Ain't it clear?
Can you feel it, can you feel it like that?
(I can) feelin' like a little feather
Ticklin' your back (Hoo hoo)
Right down my face
What do you know? I'm throwin' slack
(Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah)
She hold her finger like
She flickin' cigarettes
We go low to the side like a jit'su
Get her in a circle, hit on it, no Alexa
Head, 'pon a muscle, 'pon a muscle
No flexin' i do crazy dance, crazy
Dance, like I'm Georgie, uh
(Woo, woo, yeah) who is Georgie? Glad you
Asked, Georgie Jetson, correct, son
If they not movin', vote, we next 'em
Less than (One)
Watch you Lauryn Hill like you bought mansion
(O oh)
One-step, two-step, I'm no choreographer
(Hmm, what?)
But I got you dancin', romancin'
She gon' move her body
Watch her transform, uh, yeah
She gon' back it up
No need to mention nothin'
Had to take that lovin', lovin' out
Deal with the time, I won't listen to you
If you count your check right
They won't give up on you
If you don't pull up on me right
I'ma give it to you
Middle finger to the sky, I'ma give it to you
I can't get with the time
I won't listen to you
If you count your check right
They won't give up on you
If you don't pull up on me right
I'ma give it to you
Middle finger to the sky, I'ma give it to you
Be stumblin' backwards
2001, the living room was filled with glass
It smelled like Backwoods
I can't even remember the last
Time like I felt like
That was appropriate for you to
Be calling me names
I was leavin' you laughin'
I build from passion, study
Magic, got a patent, born a patient
Turn around like I'm Fantasia
Tell them niggas that I'ma grace ya
I trade you for a Mercedes, baby
I wonder if that chain is real
Stop signs in disguises, man
I wonder if that pain is real
As the sun shine, my nigga Ashlan, man, yeah
He paint the steel
We ain't painin' still, stay still
Find ways to stay real
They grill but they don't feel
I grow weaker and weaker
As I bleed through the
Speaker, Heaven is mine, god is me
I am one with my niggas
I am one with my niggas
I can't deal with the time
I won't listen to you
If you count your check right
They won't give up on you
If you don't pull up on me right
I'ma give it to you
Middle finger to the sky, I'ma give it to you
I can't deal with the time
I won't listen to you
If you count your check right
They won't give up on you
If you don't pull up on me right
I'ma give it to you
(Can you turn the beat up?)
Middle finger to the sky, I'ma give it to you
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, call the ambulance, I need a, shh, shh
Clear (Woo)
I'm a little tilted like a fallen chandelier
(Hello)
I just got my fan, I don't like bullshit
I can't hear (Nah)
Fresh, I done showed up feelin' fresh
Ain't it clear?
Can you feel it, can you feel it like that?
(I can) feelin' like a little feather
Ticklin' your back (Hoo hoo)
Right down my face
What do you know? I'm throwin' slack
(Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah)
She hold her finger like
She flickin' cigarettes
We go low to the side like a jit'su
Get her in a circle, hit on it, no Alexa
Head, 'pon a muscle, 'pon a muscle
No flexin' i do crazy dance, crazy
Dance, like I'm Georgie, uh
(Woo, woo, yeah) who is Georgie? Glad you
Asked, Georgie Jetson, correct, son
If they not movin', vote, we next 'em
Less than (One)
Watch you Lauryn Hill like you bought mansion
(O oh)
One-step, two-step, I'm no choreographer
(Hmm, what?)
But I got you dancin', romancin'
She gon' move her body
Watch her transform, uh, yeah
She gon' back it up
No need to mention nothin'
Had to take that lovin', lovin' out
Deal with the time, I won't listen to you
If you count your check right
They won't give up on you
If you don't pull up on me right
I'ma give it to you
Middle finger to the sky, I'ma give it to you
I can't get with the time
I won't listen to you
If you count your check right
They won't give up on you
If you don't pull up on me right
I'ma give it to you
Middle finger to the sky, I'ma give it to you