Critique lyrics

[Intro: DJ Bobbito Garcia]

Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract & Merlyn Wood]

I critique signs, critique harsh

Have a barber at my funeral, make sure my niggas cut right

Lineups like they fresh for a flight, my whole life been glamorized

And dramatized, my sexuality, but baby make it sanitized

Just make the motherfuckers feel it, 'cause it's hammer-sized

Deep in the Atlanta night, we all fuck them famous guys

Who my niggas? Turn my chin up, I only keep a landline

Holler if you feel me, this feel like the night that 'Pac died

How you hold niggas that look like us

And when the ones around your city tryna get ya who do I trust?

I seen them lined up and loaded, some of the boys even look like us

Man, I love my couple, double up

And I fuck my thugs, that's love (Merlyn)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

I wanna have it bangin', keep it Southern for ya

I wanna hold it down and keep it comin' for ya right

Tell them motherfuckers they cannot control my life, life, life, life

I wanna have it bangin', keep it Southern for ya

I wanna hold it down and keep it comin' for ya right

Tell them motherfuckers they cannot control ya life, life, life, life

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]

Merlyn

Wizard in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad bitch

Burnin' big bushes but they never burn the ashes

Catch 'em with the bass line, bring 'em to my palace

Like how my ma [?] put this in my writing

One hit of this make the sky really different

Ran for forty nights but I sting like Cassius

Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis

That's my memory, memory, missionary secondary

Sorry, baby, baby, know you lookin' for a hubby

But the blue faces only thing I wasn't trustin'

Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord, give it to me

God made melody so I could make money, money

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

I wanna have it bangin', keep it Southern for ya

I wanna hold it down and keep it comin' for ya right

Tell them motherfuckers they cannot control my life, life, life, life

I wanna have it bangin', keep it Southern for ya

I wanna hold it down and keep it comin' for ya right

Tell them motherfuckers they cannot control ya life, life, life, life

• Artist:Brockhampton
• Album:TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES