BROCKHAMPTON - SATURATION 258 lyrics

See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
Niggas move they hands 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks
(Help me out now)
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
Niggas move they hands 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks

I'll never be who you want me to be (What)
Wear my own pants
Should've probably popped the seat
Made my own clothes, I don't need no receipt
'Less it's Holiday on me like I'm Jesús Tree
A lotta you niggas try to be like me
Vibe jack it all you want
'cause nigga this the OG
Done with the teenage shit, too
I'm just a cute-ass nigga with a gap-tooth
Niggas online always got a fuckin' attitude
I've been the weird one
Out since the classroom
And y'all be wonderin' why
I'm actin' crazy now
They call me corny but I'm
Thinkin' that we're idols now
I'm eatin' fast food
Yellin' this what life about
Nigga took the harder route
Ended up with less friends
They took the faster route
Ended up with no ends i'm like Wayne in '04
This where my story begins and this that

See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
Niggas move they hands 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks
(Help me out now)
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
Niggas move they hands 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks

Bet you're only talkin' to me for a benefit
If you get around me, you wouldn't ask me if
Is my mental, is my dental
Is my health good?
When they're crashin' through my cars
See me on the hood
Better get insurance, when the tire burns
Break the mirror on the side, man
That's seven years
Of fuckin' bad luck, want to see me sad, fuck
Walkin' under ladders
Spillin' salt and I ain't throw it back
Not too superstitious
Rather build a business
Not to worry 'bout the petty
Shit in your britches
Color-coordinated, give a fuck
About the gossip
Let me boss up, let me make it on my own
Who the God, who the God
Who let the birds chirp
Pull up, hop off in the car done deal
Then we hit the curb
Riding on the front lawn of anybody doubt me
That's some teachers, that's some people
Not too good with names, you

See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
Niggas think they haters 'til
They hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend I want a million bucks
(Help me out now)
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
Niggas think they haters 'til
They hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks

Get up off your ass
Know I gotta have some, gotta get my ransom
Babblin', babblin', babblin'
What's all this babblin'?
This time, I would've had 'em, man
Have gun, and I said I will travel, man
Shootin' at eleven, I'm Wilt Chamberlain
Shots liberty everything
When I failed seventh grade, since a kid, man
I mean, Ghana, I mean
Fuck any nationality tryna prevent me
On any violence, I will take currency
Who start, you're weak, who chick she with?
I'll whoop that trick, I'll take that beat
Who start, you're weak, who chick she with?
I'll whoop that trick, I'll take that beat

You better watch your mouth 'cause
That shit spew out
When you talk about what I'm worth
Y'all talk to talk
(Everybody wanna talk that shit)
Y'all talk to talk
(Everybody wanna talk that shit)
You better watch your mouth 'cause
That shit spew out
When you talk about what I'm worth
Y'all talk to talk
(Everybody wanna talk that shit)
Y'all talk to talk
(Everybody wanna talk that shit)

See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
Niggas think they haters 'til
They hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks
(Help me out now)
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
Niggas think they haters 'til
They hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks

God as my witness, I ain't sadistic
I'm just a soul that's been
Tortured beyond it's limit's
Feel like an idiot, feel like a misfit
A fallen angel that's lost
A chance at repentance
Ain't no forgiveness for how I
Ran up them digit's
I'm too colorful, wonderful, ambitious
See, being me ain't easy, it's sacrilegious
I need assistance to maximize my existence
Gratification instant, gratitude nonexistent
Just servin' between the ridges
I've been up to make shit
Burned all my bridges
Death in the distance, killed all the princes
Draped a fine linen, fell out the sky
Built Earth in my image, now I can fly
See, legends can't die, we too altruistic
Y'all some fake tears, so hop off my business

I sell it by the gram, money loves my hands
I pull a few bands out a plastic bag
And it all add up
I'm real good with the math
I turn a quarter of the gas
Into a bundle of cash
They always come back for what
I put in the bag
From my bones to my skin, I'm a businessman
I know cash is the law
You could lose your head
Get shot in the back
And you could lose your legs
Niggas sing for the feds to avoid the pen
They atone for sins, I don't trust no men
Cops raidin' my house off some shit you said
Niggas strapped with mics
They'll take your life