I BEEN BORN AGAIN lyrics

[Intro: bearface]

Out on the deck like I'm wildin' for respect

It's a three-peat, see-see

Bitch, you in the D-League

Boy, you fucked up

Can't come around here, this shit is gated

We made it, happy belated, I see the rage hit

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

It's better if I try not to talk about the shit that's always on my mind

Money on my mind (That's right), couple hunnids at a time

Try to fuck me blind, duckin' down, hear me whine (Ooh)

We outside now (That's right), milk carton in the back

We don't like to fuck around with them niggas in the back

Pullin' triggers in the 'Lac (That's right)

May the praise stay bad

Ayy, Dad, Hercules want his fuckin' waves back, stay strapped (Ooh, I like that, that's right)

Dancin' like a bad bitch, love on top my mattress

Hope the good Lord catch this, I ain't tellin' backwards

Lie just like an actor, Hollywood is batshit

Mama in the South still, gold all in my mouth still

Rappin' 'bout dick still, and I lease a house still

Move my nigga out, still need my nephew out here

God gave me a good deal

Miss my little niggas down low like a big wheel

Bitch, I wanna hit still

This shit for my partna 'nem, Devil keep on robbin' them

Express and feel myself, like I'm fuckin' Dennis Rodman (That's right)

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]

Like I'm Dennis Rodman

Diamond dentures for my partna 'dem (That's right)

Golden rubbers from my pocket, friend

Ain't no answer, that's my partna 'dem (That's right)

She so bad, I let her touch my butt (Yeah)

Merlyn, what the fuck?

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]

Line 'em-line 'em-line 'em up, you know that I'm shootin' (That's right)

It ain't no one business who or what we doin’ (That's right)

Hit this gas, they break the glass and keep it movin’

To you basic bitches I know I'm a nuisance

[Verse 4: Joba]

Sugar, yeah, gimme some

Gimme dome, I'ma smoke some

Y'all ain't want the smoke, been smokin'

Garden gnome shrooms, y'all, who is y'all?

This what it mean to ball?

Okay, Chateau Marmont, Shangri-La

Valet park it, drive a shit whip

But I ain't broke, bitch

Write my own shit, hit my own switch

Watched the clock tick, never ran and hid

Tell it like it is

Dead on the nail, call me hammerhead

Texas 'til I'm dead

BBQ and cornbread, like 'em corn fed

Here we go again, hit 'em one mo' 'gain

Screwed up from The Woodlands

Number six, been through Hell, think I'm Heaven-sent

Ask the preacher man, said I need Jesus, like I ain't know

Guess I found him, I am blessed, man

Rake in dividends, let the money stack, see you copycats

I ain't trippin', but copy that

It's a wrap, keep my distance

Where's Waldo, but we winnin'

Me and my dogs ain't finished (That's right)

The real know, what's a billfold?

You can't fold, I stay grinnin'

No peekin'

[Bridge: Henock Sileshi]

Go ahead and try harder

You ain't gotta ask to put up with nobody

You oughta be ashamed of yourselves

Get on your damn knees

And pray sometimes with your muhfuckin' ass

You oughta be ashamed of yourselves

Get yo' muhfuckin' ass on out there

That's all you gon' be, a muhfucker

You oughta be ashamed of yourselves

[Outro: Matt Champion]

S-s-send 'em out the door

They ain't knockin' no more

Send 'em-send 'em out the door

They ain't knockin' no more

Send 'em-send 'em out the door

They ain't knockin' no more

They ain't knockin' no more

They ain't-they ain't knockin' no more

S-s-s-s-send 'em out the door

They ain't knockin' no more

Send 'em-send 'em out the door

They ain't knockin' no more

Send 'em-send 'em out the door

They ain't knockin' no more

They-they-they ain't knockin' no more

They ain't-they ain't knockin' no more

(That's right)

• Artist:Brockhampton
• Album:GINGER