BROCKHAMPTON - SATURATION 305 lyrics

[BROCKHAMPTON - SATURATION 305 lyrics]

You gotta get your head in the building
Y'all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
My nigga bag it up
And he don't ever make me fear him
I ain't tripping, really
Let the world do the healing
You gotta get your head in the building
Y'all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
My nigga bag it up
And he don't ever make me fear him
I ain't tripping, really
Let the world do the healing

Bag it up, I keep trapping
Used to not afford no dollar menu
Now I be Big Mac, kid
Getting kicked out of PAX
That's our past tense now
When I'm in that bitch
They polite as a pastor
Bag it up, on the road
Time to go back to war
All the things that I said I'd do
I went and did
All my fault, on my own, but, kid
I said that shit bag it up, on the road
Time to go, every day, do the things that I s
Bag it up, on the road
Gotta go, every day, do the things that I say

You gotta get your head in the building
Y'all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
My nigga bag it up
And he don't ever make me fear him
I ain't tripping, really
Let the world do the healing
You gotta get your head in the building
Y'all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
My nigga bag it up
And he don't ever make me fear him
I ain't tripping, really
Let the world do the healing

Damn, borrow mine
She ain't need to say it 'til I bother mind
Bag in the back 'til I bother mind
Bag in the back 'til I bother mind

You gotta get your head in the building
Y'all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
My nigga bag it up
And he don't ever make me fear him
(Check, check) i ain't tripping, really
Let the world do the healing
You gotta get your head in the building
Y'all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
My nigga bag it up
And he don't ever make me fear him
I ain't tripping, really
Let the world do the healing

My biggest issue is I can't have a kid
Okay, I'm lying got some
Other fucking issues, bitch
I always wonder what that's like
On the other side guess I'll get to see it
Whenever my mother dies i'm sorry, Mom
For making songs about the shit you done
You been the greatest
No excuse for a shitty son
Moved to progressive Californ-IA
I switched up i was raised where some
Niggas gettin' lynched up
If you ain't playin' ball or throwin' sets up
Was getting jumped on for tryna play dress-up
I'm tired of seeing niggas that
I hate copy me
I'm tired of homophobic niggas that follow me
They're probably same type of
Niggas that'll swallow me
I know you think that shit was weak
But that was tongue-in-cheek
Put the tongue to the cheek pose for the pic
You all look the same
Niggas getting desperate
You want some fucking love?
You want some Instagram likes? You're
Posted in the club
I'm in the hotel room on tour, man
Set the stu' up everywhere I go, man
I liked Wayne when I was
In the fucking sixth grade
That's why Ashlan keep the camera
On me all day
A young Spike Jonze, movies on my iPhone
This music shit is cool
Wait 'til you see what I'm on
I'm on one, keep it rolling, keep it rolling

You gotta get your head in the building
Y'all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
My nigga bag it up
And he don't ever make me fear him
I ain't tripping, really
Let the world do the healing
You gotta get your head in the building
Y'all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
My nigga bag it up
And he don't ever make me fear him
I ain't tripping, really
Let the world do the healing

Made me wanna kill me, skin like armadillo
America the new Sodom, feel it in my blood
Let the gold drape my neck
Let the silver grip my knuckles
When they ask you who shot 'em
Nobody doing jail time
Nobody paying consequence
Silence when it rest
Words murder all the time
Now this shit offset
Now my bitch upset, yeah, I creep upstream
I'ma bury till they send me
I'm a gun to the human i'm a psychopath
I'm a menace, man
With no dentist plan after 27
Offset, offset, I'm a skate rat (Skate rat)
I'm a mallrat with that palm
Sweat on my white tee (white tee)
I'm like sight, see on my CC, young CEO
I need us, I need love, I need hope (Ahh)
To keep me going
I need to keep them doors open
I ain't talkin' less the cash there
With denim and cashmere
Crib in Japan, sushi in my hand
Recording everything, bang on the thing
Black everything

You gotta get your head in the building
Y'all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
My nigga bag it up
And he don't ever make me fear him
I ain't tripping, really
Let the world do the healing

I don't wanna seem too blunt
But I can't get behind this bullshit
I mean, everything you do is a nuisance
And you say you wanna ride with the shooters?
If that's true, forgive me if I'm wrong
But I'ma bet my life on it
You don't even own a gun
Wave hi as I stand outside
(Hi) with my short-shorts on
You sneak a picture
There's a shoobie on your front lawn
Hit you on the head with my flip-flop
I spin in the air, like, "I did that"
Gotta layin' low 'til I flip
Out, I'm a bit imbalanced, i know
20 20 vision, I'm watching
You built a career off of problems
You ain't ever deal with this toxic
You should be ashamed
I see right through the facade
You must think everyone's blind
I don't play into the lies
Just thought you should know

You gotta get your head in the building
Y'all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
My nigga bag it up
And he don't ever make me fear him
I ain't tripping, really
Let the world do the healing
You gotta get your head in the building
Y'all gotta gimme your bread just to hear me
My nigga bag it up
And he don't ever make me fear him
I ain't tripping, really
Let the world do the healing

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