J'OUVERT lyrics

Take it all or leave it

I feel you

When there's a rough patch, don't eyefuck the parachute

They goin' AWOL the second that the light goes on

This a treat ain't it, so initiate the powder room

I pull it back and check my rosie, and yeah, I'm 'bout to bloom

It's that ninety raised from hell shit, parlay like when the lane switch

Combat how you feel, strobe light, hit the killswitch

Neck twist like Exorcist, I'ma see you 'round

'Cause tonight's the night I'm losin' all I'm doin', I'm about this

White cuffs, wood grain

Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank

White cuffs, wood grain

Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank, bank, bank, suitcase

On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank

'Til the casket drops, I will play God

Fuck the world, let's start a riot, got too much too quick

God damn, I'm feeling sick, bitch, call the doctor

Don't act like I ain't been dead to ya'

Don't act like I ain't deserve this shit

Couldn't last a day inside my head

That's why I did the drugs I did

Got issues with these motherfuckers

Looking down from they pedestals

From that petty view, on that petty shit

Pray for peace with a knife in my hand

Speak my piece like a gun to my head

Come equipped just to blast this shit

Misunderstood since birth

Fuck what you think, and fuck what you heard

I feel betrayed, you can keep the praise

And all of the fuck shit, need to get away

Still ain't got the fright to the fickle-minded people

I thought I knew better, wish I knew better

Should have known better, wish that I was better

At dealing with the fame and you fake motherfuckers

Guess I'm too real

Excuse we, let me pass, let me see your ass

We ain't playin' nice, little guy

Now let me, let me run mah t—

I be in my bag, (excuse we) goin' in (let me pass)

Guess who isn't built for this, man?

Me and my thugs built for this, man

We goin' for the gifts and the grams

I be in my bag, (excuse we) goin' in (let me pass)

Smokin' all the grams in this bag, man, you isn't built for this, man

Run it like a gingerbread man

Fuck that shit, stay hydrated nigga

I'ma let that bitch go home, kiss my momma, wassup?

Wassup?

Black power fist hangin' from my black 'fro

Yo, she saw me in that cereal, she want to lick a Oreo, damn

Break the dam when I spit the flow

I'm on the lam, not the fuckin' wolf

Hoppin' out the van, I'm on Abbey Road

Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man that's difficult

I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lonely self

Chill, watch numbers go up, book off the shelf

I found myself and put my face on a missing shirt

I dropped out with no promise that this shit would

(That this shit would work, work, work

Work, work, work, work, work)

(Work, work, work, work, work, work, work)

With the dogs, in my ride know the doors suicide

Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie

With the dogs, in my ride, know the doors suicide

Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie

Pull up with the racks to your shop

Cop a medallion or 3, I'm the don

Zim, zim, zim out the bim, get shot

One, no two, no three, that's a lot

Damn

White cuffs, wood grain

Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank

White cuffs, wood grain

Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank, bank, bank, suitcase

On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank, bank, bank

• Artist:Brockhampton
• Album:iridescence (2018)