BROCKHAMPTON - I BEEN BORN AGAIN lyrics

Out on the deck like I'm wildin' for respect
It's a three-peat, see-see
Bitch, you in the D-League
Boy, you fucked up
Can't come around here, this shit is gated
We made it, happy belated, I see the rage hit

It's better if I try not to talk about
The shit that's always on my mind
Money on my mind
(That's right) , couple hunnids at a time
Try to fuck me blind, duckin' down
Hear me whine (O oh)
We outside now
(That's right) , milk carton in the back
We don't like to fuck around with
Them niggas in the back
Pullin' triggers in the 'Lac (That's right)
May the praise stay bad
Ayy, Dad, Hercules want his
Fuckin' waves back, stay strapped
(Ooh, I like that, that's right)
Dancin' like a bad bitch
Love on top my mattress
Hope the good Lord catch this
I ain't tellin' backwards
Lie just like an actor, Hollywood is batshit
Mama in the South still
Gold all in my mouth still
Rappin' 'bout dick still
And I lease a house still move my nigga out
Still need my nephew out here
God gave me a good deal
Miss my little niggas down low
Like a big wheel bitch, I wanna hit still
This shit for my partna 'nem
Devil keep on robbin' them
Express and feel myself
Like I'm fuckin' Dennis Rodman
(That's right)

Like I'm Dennis Rodman
Diamond dentures for my partna 'dem
(That's right)
Golden rubbers from my pocket, friend
Ain't no answer, that's my partna 'dem
(That's right)
She so bad, I let her touch my butt (yeah)
Merlyn, what the fuck?

Line 'em-line 'em-line 'em up
You know that I'm shootin' (That's right)
It ain't no one business who or what we doin’
(That's right) hit this gas
They break the glass and keep it movin’
To you basic bitches I know I'm a nuisance

Sugar, yeah, gimme some
Gimme dome, I'ma smoke some
Y'all ain't want the smoke, been smokin'
Garden gnome shrooms, y'all, who is y'all?
This what it mean to ball?
Okay, Chateau Marmont, Shangri-La
Valet park it, drive a shit whip
But I ain't broke, bitch
Write my own shit, hit my own switch
Watched the clock tick, never ran and hid
Tell it like it is
Dead on the nail, call me hammerhead
Texas 'til I'm dead
BBQ and cornbread, like 'em corn fed
Here we go again, hit 'em one mo' 'gain
Screwed up from The Woodlands
Number six, been through Hell
Think I'm Heaven-sent
Ask the preacher man, said I need Jesus
Like I ain't know
Guess I found him, I am blessed, man
Rake in dividends, let the money stack
See you copycats
I ain't trippin', but copy that
It's a wrap, keep my distance
Where's Waldo, but we winnin'
Me and my dogs ain't finished (That's right)
The real know, what's a billfold?
You can't fold, I stay grinnin' no peekin'

Go ahead and try harder
You ain't gotta ask to put up with nobody
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get on your damn knees
And pray sometimes with your muhfuckin' ass
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get yo' muhfuckin' ass on out there
That's all you gon' be, a muhfucker
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves

S-s-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
They ain't knockin' no more
They ain't-they ain't knockin' no more
S-s-s-s-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
They-they-they ain't knockin' no more
They ain't-they ain't knockin' no more
(That's right)