DON’T SHOOT UP THE PARTY

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Brockhampton (stylized in all caps) was an American hip hop boy band founded in 2010 as AliveSinceForever in San Marcos, Texas. Led by Kevin Abstract and formed partially through online music discussion forum KanyeToThe, Brockhampton was a self-described "boy band", so-called in an effort to redefine the term. Complex magazine describes the group as "gay, black, white, DIY, ambitious, all-inclusive, and would-be pop stars," and this diversity is what largely distinguishes their lyrics and sound. The group's final line-up consisted of vocalists Kevin Abstract, Matt Champion, Merlyn Wood, and Dom McLennon, vocalists/producers Joba, Bearface, and Jabari Manwa and producers Romil Hemnani and Kiko Merley, as well as graphic designer Henock "HK" Sileshi, photograph… more »

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All-American self hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these
Thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore
Cash could rule me
Colonized minds by masters and slaves
They both hate niggas that
Like niggas the same
Homophobic, I tried to gangbang
I tried to get laid, I had to get paid
Hopped off the ship, I land on my feet
In Corpus Christi, I got my own street
Runnin' this shit like it's a track meet
I had to go back home
I seen too many niggas die in a week
Now get my dogs black wealth
Let 'em live well what a miracle we dreamed
A million stories to tеll
You are now tuned in, baby
To the nеw classic
New Machine, keep the peace, keep 'em dancing

Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up the party please, please
Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up the party please, please
Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up my party
Please, please (Please, please)
Please, please (Please, please)

This a jam for your whims and your woes
For the people in the back
Standing on they tippy-toes
Don't give a damn what the journalist wrote
Always dead inside like they in the catacombs
On the prowl like a lion in his throne
Watchin' for the prey that
Might slit his throat
It's 'bout time that I let your ass know
Y'all deserve the guillotine even more
(Oh, oh) kiss my ass
Treat my balls like it's mistletoe
F*ck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs
But the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride (Oh, oh)
This a good time, know I'm damn right
Order every single bottle of the best wine
F*ck if I know, need it all though
Dedicate this to my family in Chicago

Stay down, I'm sorry
Stay down, you're ugly, oh, oh, oh
The people need more of the money
These white people don't love me, oh, oh, oh
Stay down, I'm sorry
Stay down, I'm hungry, oh, oh, oh
I don't need you to love me
F*ck you, come f*ck me i know

Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up the party please, please
Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up the party please, please
Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up my party
Please, please (Please, please)
Please, please (Please, please)

What's the issue?
Why you gotta grab that pistol?
Think about who gon' miss you
Never know what I been through
What's the issue?
Why you gotta grab that pistol?
Think about who gon' miss you
Never know what they might do

Don't shoot up the party
Don't shoot up the p
Who you really wanna try to step to?
Who you really wanna try to step to?
Ohh, yeah

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