BROCKHAMPTON, Ryan Beatty, Christian Alexander - ​twisted lyrics

Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties

Some days I just don't feel it
(Don't feel it, yeah)
Some days I want my days to pass right
By and change my spirit's (yeah)
Your hatin' made me fearless (Me fearless)
If it do not make me happy or bread
Then, dawg, well, I just can't deal with it
(Deal with it, yeah)
Swear to God I'm 'bout my business
(My business, yeah)
Got both of these boys kissin'
(Straight kissin')
These drinks, they got me spinnin' (Spinnin')
B-boy, the way they twistin' up my words
For months they said I was missin'
Man, the world ain't out to get ya
They just tryna dismiss ya, 'miss ya
'miss ya



(–day, ooh)
They keep twistin' up my words, shawty
(–day, ooh)
Got me stuck right in the dirt, shawty
(–day, ooh) all day, all night, I work
Shawty like (The luxury suite)
Shawty like (With marble floors)
Shawty like (–day, ooh, yeah, ooh)
They keep twistin' up my words, shawty
(–day, ooh, yeah)
Got me stuck right in the dirt, shawty
(–day, ooh, ooh, fun)
I think all night, I work
Shawty like (It's like a luxury suite)
Shawty like (With marble floors) shawty like

Tryna' drag my name in the dirt
There they go twistin' my words
Tal'm 'bout this what he say she say
Tell 'em, "I don't give a fuck"
Tell 'em, "It ain't my concern"
You ain't gotta be in my world
Tal'm 'bout this what he say she say
I don't give a fuck
(Give a fuck, give a fuck)
Stay ridin' 'round with my team
We don't give a fuck i keep my space serene
Still don't give a fuck
They don't wanna see me gleam
I been knew wassup

(yeah, okay, yeah)
My attention span is outrageous
So invested 'til you come faceless
Where's the finish line that
I can work towards?
'Cause otherwise I'm on vacation
My location gone, my dick is long
I'm up and down 'til I make a song
Now tell me what I'm doin' wrong
So I can leave your ass and
I make you feel neglected
Paranoid and uninvested
My money's gone but there's a bigger
Picture I got goin' on
"Who you signin' to? When the album come?
When your next shit drop?
Can you make a song
That goes on the lines of "Going Thru?"
'Cause your new shit's good, but I gotta say
When I heard those chords I was blown away"
Nah, fuck that
My family just wants their son back
Lucky me, I'm just a scumbag
I watch a little TV
Then it's back to the lab again
Workin' nights 'cause I wanna
Compete with producers
Out do these brain-dead losers
Yeah, you hate me, that's excuses
And I hate you too
If we were in the same room
I think I'd fuck you too
I'm done with playin' games
You lame excuse of a stoner boy
I'm tired of people weighin' me down
I'm about to drown in this empty void cause
Hey, I'm done with playin' games, shawty
Yeah, she wanna suck my dick, shawty

(–day, ooh, yeah, ooh)
They keep twistin' up my words, shawty
(–day, ooh, yeah)
Got me stuck right in the dirt, shawty
(–day, ooh, ooh, fun)
All day, all night, I work
Shawty like (The luxury suite)
Shawty like (With marble floors)
Shawty like (–day, ooh, yeah, ooh)
They keep twistin' up my words, shawty
(–day, ooh, yeah)
Got me stuck right in the dirt, shawty
(–day, ooh, ooh, fun)
I think all night, I work
Shawty like (It's like a luxury suite)
Shawty like (With marble floors) shawty like

Nobody sees it like we do
Nobody knows what we've been through
It's been a hell of a year
But I know you got me and I got you
Now look at the love, look at the love
Nobody sees it like we do
Nobody knows what we've been through
It's been a hell of a year
But I know you got me and I got you
Now look at the love, look at the love