I.F.L.
BROCKHAMPTON
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Uh-huh This is that, technical difficulties We run streets, every day, all day, live at Club Kaufman Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties Call me Cupid 'cause my birthday be up on V-Day I don't like talkin' much 'cause I don't like saying light, like Like you got a knife to my throat or the wind blowin' a tightrope Or someone repeatin' what I'm saying, like, I know (I know) If I was never wrong I would've been right, right? Wrong, bitch, if I was right, I wouldn't be here with this long face Plenty of red flags, I'da skipped and throw it away Matter made me better or I'm just stupid, who's to say? Are there some angels in my area? If I don't like the function, can I post up on the barrier? Ass so fat, I put my cup up on the derriere Fast, this is shakin', I'll be honest, I am very scared And if I ever die young (die young) Have Larry David do the eulogy (eulogy) And film it on one of those little camcorders where you can barely see And hire someone to throw up all in my jewelry I feel like ain't nobody around me got my back I feel like there's some nigga gon' turn on me, ay, ay, ay I do this shit on my own and that's a fact Go ahead and go where you belong with me, ay, ay I feel like ain't nobody around me got my back I feel like there's some nigga gon' turn on me, ay, ay, ay I do this shit on my own and that's a fact Go ahead and go where you belong with me, ay, ay Six feet deep, I ain't never gon' die (Ladies and gentlemen, la-ladies and gentlemen, gentlemen) Four, eight, eight in the passenger side (Ladies and gentlemen, la-ladies and gentlemen, gentlemen) Tyin' up my shoes, I'm just tryna get by (Ladies and gentlemen, la-ladies and gentlemen, gentlemen) Ay, ay, ay, I'm just tryna get by (Ladies and gentlemen, la-ladies and gentlemen, gentlemen) I feel like ain't nobody around me got my back I feel like there's some nigga gon' turn on me, ay, ay, ay I do this shit on my own and that's a fact Go ahead and go where you belong with me, ay, ay I feel like ain't nobody around me got my back I feel like there's some nigga gon' turn on me, ay, ay, ay I do this shit on my own and that's a fact Go ahead and go where you belong with me, ay, ay, ay You said I matter And I know that I Said so, I said so, babe And I buy something Someone better Uh, so far so bad Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
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Written by: Russell Boring, Clifford Ian Fernando Simpson, Matthew Champion
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