BROCKHAMPTON - ZIPPER lyrics

Pretty sure I'm maniacal, but what do I know?
I don't know
All I know is what I see through my monocle
That and the telescope
Keep one lens on the money flow
The other's gold and
Complemental trusty, well, well
I'm rolling down hills in a
Suit through the mud
Burn my dress shoes in a fire with the wood
Sit back and relax with the fumes of
Everything I hate in the world
Play Mozart, smoke my cigar on my estate
Keep the cars parked on the front lawn
Neighbors hate
Place duct tape underneath their tires
And I wait

Sunsets to blood moon horizons
Left brain and right brain divided
Set frames and watch plays inside them
In the mountains now's where you'll find him
I smell a breeze in the morning
I feel your presence, it's warming
I paid attention to warnings
But we were too caught up in transforming

Ghetto and he flashy, ooh
Them boys stay nasty floating like Aladdin
Them the ones you talkin' to
Ghetto and he flashy, ooh
Them boys stay nasty floating like Aladdin
Them the ones you talkin' to
Ghetto and he flashy, ooh
Them boys stay nasty floating like Aladdin
Them the ones you talkin' to
Ghetto and he flashy, ooh
Them boys stay nasty floating like Aladdin
Them the ones you talkin' to

Lucky days and burnin' a four-cyl'
Your boy is dusty like brush off a fossil
Hear that shit urk like the noise of a possum
Bitch, I'm a king, I was born in a castle
Built like a boxer, I'm ready to tussle
Fuck on my baby, I'm ready to bust one
Come fuck with me and my dogs
Hate on my ass like in laws, uh
That boy stay light like a cheerleader, uh
She want me filled like a two-liter, uh
Eat it up, then watch it ricochet off
Then I skrrt off on that Michelin, aw
They don't got nothing on me 'til I pop
They don't got nothing on me, call the cops
I hit that road like a Heisman, boy
Run it back
Look at that boy hit that running man

Shout out to South Central, San Marcos
I got addicted to soft-shell tacos
Got down to pennies and ramen noodles
Now I see how hunger make a shooter
Stamina, stamina
I used to be holding the camera
Head hit the glass, dog, your window up
Fans praying to me like my handle Cortana
We like Wu Tang, but I feel like Santana
She twerkin' just like she Hannah Montana
Head was clean, Tony Fantano
Made her my wife uh
She can't kick it, she so Bella
Confused erection
Bad hoes know name brands, they brainless

Ghetto and he flashy, ooh
Them boys stay nasty floating like Aladdin
Them the ones you talkin' to
Ghetto and he flashy, ooh
Them boys stay nasty floating like Aladdin
Them the ones you talkin' to
Ghetto and he flashy, ooh
Them boys stay nasty floating like Aladdin
Them the ones you talkin' to
Ghetto and he flashy, ooh
Them boys stay nasty floating like Aladdin
Them the ones you talkin' to