BROCKHAMPTON - SOMETHING CHANGED IN TEXAS lyrics

[BROCKHAMPTON - SOMETHING CHANGED IN TEXAS lyrics]

Oooh, way, oooh, way
I know you don't fuck with me

Somethin' changed in Texas
Guess I missed the message
Look, I missed my exit
I'm living like a Jetson
I was broke and desperate
Leanin' on my best friends
Only shot callers I was around was bartendin'
Ain't no love in this game, mama
This is not tennis take your shoes off
We just did the carpeting
I can the take the hatin'
I can take the praisin'
It's all noise to me, I'll turn into Satan
Y'all stuck in The Matrix
Red pill, blue pill
All these diffеrent faces
All thesе different cases, shit
Y'all done seen me naked
So I'ma wear what I want now
And I ain't finna fake it
Thank God I made it
Thank God I seen God last summer
I was standing on the bridge
I seen all y'all under me
Know you are struggling
Niggas out here juggling
Losin' jobs was losing God
Then everything is tumbling
Feel heaven rumbling, the rapture is coming
I love the attention, I'm a bastard in public
I still struggle with tellin' my mom
Who I'm in love with subtleties in between
Way these diamonds gleam
When Thanksgiving come around
I still don't see 'em
When Christmas come around, nigga
I still don't see 'em
Told the world who I was before
I got to know Ian
They gave my people money in
Exchange for their freedom
(Oooh, way, oooh, way)
I would give it all back for
A chance to free 'em

Oooh, way, oooh, way
I know you don't fuck with me
Oooh, way, oooh, way
Can't stop who I'm gonna be
Oooh, way, oooh, way
I know you don't fuck with me

They wanna hang me in the trees
'tween the truth and everything they
Tryna get me to believe
Fighting so it's never guaranteed
Snakes getting raked up with the leaves
Way too late to conversate for peace
Everything that's fateful come in threes
Living for another is disease
How the fuck are you supposed to breathe?
Real niggas speak in coded languages
Y’all break it down like the police
Raw talent stands beyond a leak
I am not a pastor, I don't preach
Simply a disciple of the street
Radicals and thugs, we move in sync
Stratosphere is where I'm tryna peak
Built different, this elite mental physique
I been incubating my technique
Curate every word like a boutique
I don't listen when these niggas speak
I got niggas that's still tryna eat
This the shit that they finna repeat
Baking soda staining up the tee
Let the needle run until it bleed
Never playin' to concede
I'm dictating how all this proceeds
I don't give a fuck what y'all achieve
I am on a mission
Best believe if I didn't get it this way
Every other option would've fucking
Led to freeze
Lit the house on fire while they sleep
After the commotion turn to silence
Only thing that's left is me

Oooh, way, oooh, way
I know you don't fuck with me
Oooh, way, oooh, way
Can't stop who I'm gonna be
Oooh, way, oooh, way
I know you don't fuck with me
Oooh, way, oooh, way
Come tell me, my ecstacy

I stay strong under this weight I hold
Set it off and watch it all explode

Round 'em up, round 'em up
Shoot the messenger
Still tellin' tales till the nail's
In the coffin wood truth tellin' lies
So you aim for the ventricles
The greats die young
But they live to tell the game to you
When I got that 100k
Had to get 'bout ten more
Living life like day to day
Set you right on death door
Celebrate, but keep it goin'
'cause baby boy, there's many more
I been on my flashy shit like cocaine in '84
I'll be crisp as hell like
The shell of a shotty
When they wanna trick ya
Get you sign on the dotty
I don't trust nobody 'less
The money is accounted
Cause I don't need no degree
Call me the accountant
Hop in there and then dip
Like Copenhagen in my lip, baby
Spit, spray that Skoal, where I'm
Stackin' up this shit, baby
No matter what that bitch say, I'm
Killin' it, ain't no shit, baby
Y'all can keep that fifth place, want
A gold trophy in my limb, baby
Ballin' ain't for free
You gotta pay to get that drop by
Got that coupe de ville on my checklist
We ain't gotta milk shit, there you go
Nesquik
Stop the beat, smile for 'em, there you go
Press pic

Oooh, way, oooh, way
So if you got something to say, suck a dick!
Oooh, way, oooh, way
I know you don't fuck with me

Shut the fuck up! Get fucked
Get fucked up! Shut the fuck up!
Get fucked get fucked up!
Shut the fuck up! Get fucked
Get fucked up! Shut the fuck up!
Get fucked get fucked up!
Shut the fuck up! Get fucked
Get fucked up! Shut the fuck up!
Get fucked get fucked up!
Shut the fuck up! Get fucked
Get fucked up! Shut the fuck up!
Get fucked get fucked up!

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