BROCKHAMPTON - SATURATION 210 lyrics
[BROCKHAMPTON - SATURATION 210 lyrics]
Los Angeles is dangerous
Them things they bust try cancel us
Los Angeles is dangerous
Them things they bust try cancel us
Los Angeles is dangerous
Them things they bust try cancel us
Los Angeles is dangerous
Them things they bust try cancel us
I've been on some other shit
Ducking undercovers
I've been running from the government
Racist white Republicans
Now I'm out in California
Prius full of vegans
Always late to meetings with
Rich white people
Fuck these rich white people, stroke my ego
My white bitch got a Black
Ass I love white people
I know they got me brainwashed
I was watching Baywatch
"Mommy, where the colored people?" Then
She lost her day job
We was watching Jamie Foxx, I'ma move to LA
I'ma get my money up, I'ma be a famous rapper
Only got a hundred bucks
Daddy let me take his truck
In this truck, I had a mic
I had my niggas set it up
Arrive on 37th Street
Think my past just set me up
Niggas throwing sets up
But that shit don't upset us
Had to quit my day job, I would work security
Lyrics on my cellphone
Protecting my community
You don't see how clear it be? A
Angel right in front of me
Came to me inside a dream
Told me to grab on her wings
Camera lens up on my face
Tell your boy to stay in place
Reason why I love my state
Let's see if the world agree
Ever since I came to LA
Ever since I came to LA
Ever since I came to LA
Ever since I came to LA
Running through Elysium
I done died a hundred times
Demons hit the high-beams
I'm trying to adjust my eyes
Smuggled in a angel past the
Borders of my broken mind
All the other angels on
The bridge committing suicide
Lucifer is petrified, everybody lost faith
Sky turned into fire before I
Could find a prom date
When we hit the streets
They couldn't calculate the crime rate
Acid in the fireplace, Hades for the holidays
I could tell you all the horror
Stories of my past life
I been having visions where I'm
Sipping on my last light
Poison in the palace from the
Chalice of my past wife
Murdered by my confidence
The closet drew the last knife
Swerving past the lava
Hope I make it to get baptized
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay with homies
But, damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
I don't trust nobody on the West Coast
Turned me to an asshole
Wanna break my phone, turn into a ghost
Guess I'm just an asshole
People walking in and out the house like
"Who is you?
Man, who you is? Man, who is this?
You ain't even introduce yourself
You gon' step inside my house
With your shoes on?
And it's raining, and I'm pissed off
No, I really don't remember what your name is
And that's really not me acting famous
'Cause I'm not famous bad memory"
"South Central, man, isn't that a bad place?
'There were riots in the '90s
You might die' place"
Nah, this "hundred in the summer
Sink or swim" place
This a "world's best tacos
On the corner" place
This a "they will hold you
Down if you respect" place
So don't get comfortable, 'cause really
This ain't my place
Been to SoHo, been to Cannes, been to one oh
That's some fake industry, but it's fun
Though smoking on the patio with my hood up
Out of place ask the bar for some smokes, man
"Did you know? Did you see?
There's a dress code"
Scott Disick saying, "Who the hell are we
Man?"
Shit, guess he just an asshole like me, damn
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay with homies
But damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay with homies
But damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay with homies
But damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay with homies
But damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
Them things they bust try cancel us
Los Angeles is dangerous
Them things they bust try cancel us
Los Angeles is dangerous
Them things they bust try cancel us
Los Angeles is dangerous
Them things they bust try cancel us
I've been on some other shit
Ducking undercovers
I've been running from the government
Racist white Republicans
Now I'm out in California
Prius full of vegans
Always late to meetings with
Rich white people
Fuck these rich white people, stroke my ego
My white bitch got a Black
Ass I love white people
I know they got me brainwashed
I was watching Baywatch
"Mommy, where the colored people?" Then
She lost her day job
We was watching Jamie Foxx, I'ma move to LA
I'ma get my money up, I'ma be a famous rapper
Only got a hundred bucks
Daddy let me take his truck
In this truck, I had a mic
I had my niggas set it up
Arrive on 37th Street
Think my past just set me up
Niggas throwing sets up
But that shit don't upset us
Had to quit my day job, I would work security
Lyrics on my cellphone
Protecting my community
You don't see how clear it be? A
Angel right in front of me
Came to me inside a dream
Told me to grab on her wings
Camera lens up on my face
Tell your boy to stay in place
Reason why I love my state
Let's see if the world agree
Ever since I came to LA
Ever since I came to LA
Ever since I came to LA
Ever since I came to LA
Running through Elysium
I done died a hundred times
Demons hit the high-beams
I'm trying to adjust my eyes
Smuggled in a angel past the
Borders of my broken mind
All the other angels on
The bridge committing suicide
Lucifer is petrified, everybody lost faith
Sky turned into fire before I
Could find a prom date
When we hit the streets
They couldn't calculate the crime rate
Acid in the fireplace, Hades for the holidays
I could tell you all the horror
Stories of my past life
I been having visions where I'm
Sipping on my last light
Poison in the palace from the
Chalice of my past wife
Murdered by my confidence
The closet drew the last knife
Swerving past the lava
Hope I make it to get baptized
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay with homies
But, damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
I don't trust nobody on the West Coast
Turned me to an asshole
Wanna break my phone, turn into a ghost
Guess I'm just an asshole
People walking in and out the house like
"Who is you?
Man, who you is? Man, who is this?
You ain't even introduce yourself
You gon' step inside my house
With your shoes on?
And it's raining, and I'm pissed off
No, I really don't remember what your name is
And that's really not me acting famous
'Cause I'm not famous bad memory"
"South Central, man, isn't that a bad place?
'There were riots in the '90s
You might die' place"
Nah, this "hundred in the summer
Sink or swim" place
This a "world's best tacos
On the corner" place
This a "they will hold you
Down if you respect" place
So don't get comfortable, 'cause really
This ain't my place
Been to SoHo, been to Cannes, been to one oh
That's some fake industry, but it's fun
Though smoking on the patio with my hood up
Out of place ask the bar for some smokes, man
"Did you know? Did you see?
There's a dress code"
Scott Disick saying, "Who the hell are we
Man?"
Shit, guess he just an asshole like me, damn
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay with homies
But damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay with homies
But damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay with homies
But damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay with homies
But damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me