BROCKHAMPTON - SISTER NATION lyrics

Drink out the apple pie with it, yeah, yeah
Yeah i don't got no chains in
My denim, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't listen what the blogs
Tell me, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know niggas got their
Own agenda, yeah, yeah, yeah

I've got, but you would never know
I like to hide them, so much I lose myself
That's why I'm pure to some
A psychopath to others
And grew up in counseling
Flipping off my counselors
They gave me mood stabilizers
But when I came off 'em, I was violent
Took the drugs that I wanted
Which didn't help with the voices
They just grew louder and louder
Like all the people who'd
Just chatter and chatter


I juggle all my personalities

Estoy tan harto y cansado
No puedo seguir haciendo esto
Ojalá pudiera rendirme
Pero tengo que seguir siendo fuerte para
Mi familia y mis amigos

I feel myself getting better
By the fuckin' minute
'Member when my mama always had
To save the minutes
"Throw Some D's" dropped
I wanted to be Russell Simmons
Better keep work 'em out, had an inner vision
Where the kitchen at? Keep the lyrics written
They been sellin' dope
Askin' for forgiveness
I just ran into somebody sellin' lemonade
Kiss your kids tonight before
Them bitches run away

Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me

This for all my broke niggas
This for all them jokes, nigga
That you niggas made when I
Was still livin' at home, nigga
Did it on my own, nigga
Grew up and I bossed out
Grew up and I bossed out
Grew up and I bossed out

I see you peekin' through bushes
And tryna get secret ingredients from us
I know that you do it
'cause you see us boomin'
Like C4 when you hit that detonator
Lucky-lucky on the elevator
Eat my dust, baby, I'll see ya later
I could always call your bluff
You already said enough
Take a risk, bitch, still
Sittin' on your ass, waitin' for a handout
Giving nothin', put your hands down
"Ooh, yeah, this for the culture"
"Ooh, yeah, this important"
Fuck off with that slang shit
Fuck off with that networking
Keep your mouth where the money at

Yellow lights on my dashboard
Red flags in the rearview
I know I'm the one that made you upset
But all I wanna do is heal you
You know that lately I don't think straight
But I don't really know who do now
'Cause everybody got me fucked up
I'm struggling with how to move now
Yellow lights on my dashboard
Red flags in the rearview
I know I'm the one that made you upset
But all I wanna do is heal you
You know that lately I don't think straight
But lately I don't know who do now
'Cause everybody got me fucked up
I'm struggling with how to move now

Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me

Barely got control of it
Must've got a hold of it
Threw me to the ground and left a
Scar right on my nigga lips
I look in my closet when I
Think about the past life
Never good in my wallet
Tryna see if I got my cash right
Fuck a flight
They ain't never wanna treat my bag right
Fuck a job
They ain't never treat my mom and dad right

I hate the quiet suburbs
I hate those picket fences
I hate the separation, first thing
They called me "nigga"
I fight, I got suspended
My teacher saw me hit him
So they ain't listen to me
And from that moment on
I would learn that I was different
I would grow to see the difference
Second-guessing my decisions
Black bodies come up missing

I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
I feel like all my days are coming to a blend

I would walk through the halls at my own pace
Every lunch, I would float, having no place
All the books in my bag 'til my bones ache
Wonder how the world would be
If I had no face
If I had no heart, if I had no skin
And I was just thoughts
Reminiscing on things that was brushed off
How my father tried to tell
Me I was just soft when I look at the things
That I've been through
And the things I survived, and at what cost
All the love in my life that I just lost
All the strength, perseverance, and above all
In the lies of the law, I'm a problem
In the eyes of the blogs, I'm a paycheck
In the eyes of the world, I'm a icon
In the eyes of my own, I ain't start yet
In the eyes of the law, I'm a problem
In the eyes of the blogs, I'm a paycheck
In the eyes of the world, I'm a icon
In the eyes that I own, I ain't start yet
I ain't start yet

Power, African power power, African power
Power, African power

I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
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I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
I feel like all my days are coming to a blend