BROCKHAMPTON - TAPE lyrics

I can barely rap, I can barely dance
I can barely laugh, I can barely hang
I need a male stripper, do a belly dance
For me and my boyfriend, that's entertainment
And I'm drunk as fuck, my nigga sucks up
I need a reason to get my bucks up
I need a reason to care about society
They need a good enough reason
Just to hire me
But honestly, you see, my mom can't walk
And her lungs don't work like they used to
I feel like it's my fault 'cause of music
I be saying shit that's just
Fucking rude and untrue, and
But truthfully, your words had damage
And it's cruel to me
But even more cruel to be dissing you
In front of niggas that pay to hear me
Sometimes I be wondering
Why I been tripping off it
I should probably spend my time writing
Rhymes in the dentist's office
That's killing two birds in one stone
When I was younger, way before I was grown
I wanted a deal with Death Row or Rhymesayers
I'm saving my time for mics later
I might save it
Depending on the shit that y'all write later
I hate writers, I hate tweets
I hate journalists they hate truth
They hate peace they want my
Niggas to burn with us

Flicking on the face of my wristwatch
Watch the time stop just to speed up
Watch life unfold
And between the tick-tocks
Speeding down the one-way
Fuck these signs, fuck these lights
Put my life on the line
When it feel right, I'm fine
No, I'm not lying, don't ask me
I'll pay the fine, I'll pay the toll
Just hope I don't crash it
But hey if I do, it will be a blaze of glory
Engulfed by the manifestation of
Death behind me
All my life I've felt inadequate
And through the years I've dealt
With tragedy after tragedy
God, send a message, send a messenger my way
Never claimed to be a saint, forgive me
Feel like the light that I
Was blessed with has diminished
I'm haunted by the visions of
My youth turned true i've come to expect my
Expectations aren't true
But I'm a master of believing my lies
And you can't break me
And I can't brake at the speed of light

I'm afraid to share the bed what
If she want money later?
Like she got laid off ugh
Hit my lawyer for some paper
I'm afraid to speak my pains like
"You lucky where you at" "You cool
But quit complaining 'bout all that"
That's why I'm showing up late
I'm not tryna be a dick
But my time is not to waste for my shell
Fuck the small talk with my sensei
Where my sense at? Four-cylinder go round
Lincoln Town Car pick me up, drop me off
I got bubble under my biceps
Sneak me into the sidestep
Ego is getting sized up
I be on butterfly effect
Fuck it, I'll be myself now
Tell 'em I'll take no shit now
Tell 'em they work for me
Now, tell 'em my tears, they bleed down
Tell 'em I work, like, what
What time for me now?
Wondering, "Who is me?" now
Wondering where you been now
Lose you in crowds, I see now
Fourteen, I see 'em all inside of me now
Bank account move like speeds now
Make it from ways to feed now
Thinking of ways to be
Everything but right now

It's crazy how things feel
The best when reminiscing
'Til we check ourselves
It's crazy how people who left
Say they feeling left out
When we step for health
Still accustomed to nights
Filled with solitude
I don't always remember to call goodnight
I don't always remember my altitude
I don't always remember to stop the fight
But I might check my sight, it ain't right
Yeah I know, but my strife overwhelms
Every night
Until I'm forced to close my eyes
Brain disease, parasite
Eating me from inside
Emotions bleed, I can't believe
How I'm sleeping through the night