NEW ORLEANS

Perfectly fine, it's fine

Said nigga brother

Nigga brother

What you livin' for?

Is you got finish what you started?

What you quittin' for?

They told me God gave me a mission but I'm missing the supplies to complete it

I ain't the one you should read in

I'm used to being defeated

So nigga, brother who you standing with?

I'm independent 'cause these parties never planned for this

Brother nigga with a brain

Unintentionally swerving in every lane

The feeling's never the same

You chase what you couldn't gain

I'm so accustomed to flames

I couldn't tell you what's fire

The Situation is dire

Hear them calls from the choir

The disposition acquired

From my position on Earth

Is telling me decapitate everything for what it's worth

When I die, these words gon' need separate caskets and a hearse

I don't rhyme

When I freeze time

And let these hands just do the work

I'm in tandem with my curse

Going manic since my birth

See this canvas as a planet

I'm commanding with my nerves

Tell 'em boys, don't run from us

I been down too long, cousin

I been down too long, brother

Tell the world, I ain't scared of nothin'

Tell the world, I ain't scared of jumpin'

Tell my boy, I want a crib in London

Tell the world to stop trippin' out

I'll build a different house with some different functions

Tell 'em boys, don't run from us

I been down too long, cousin

I been down too long, brother

Tell the world, I ain't scared of nothin'

Tell the world, I ain't scared of jumpin'

Tell my boy, I want a crib in London

Tell the world to stop trippin' out

I'll build a different house with some different functions

Try to treat man like baby

Feel the teeth sink in like rabies

Boy, you know you don't look fly

Dem gold chains turn your neck green, bye

Nothin' different now, all around now

Who you keep around now? That's a big reflection

Don't like how they talkin' to me, why they walkin' to me?

Wear your shit upon your sleeve, so projectin' on me

Sense is your surround sound, what's your take on me?

Kill the eagle now, what that make of me?

Angle watch screen, couple sips of Tanqueray

I'ma throw a couple punches, I'ma do it anyway

[?] slide it like the macarena

Lose time, penne style spiced up, jalapeño

Supersonic, move through tunnel, two-wheel cycle, slightly savage

Better than 9 millimeter with extended suppressor

Bustin' out the function, highly comfortable

Got this hot ting on my body, man my sweat lethal

Sweet kisses like the candy out the carnival

I'ma call my own shots, hit the audible

Impending death is the only sign of life

I'm throwing Hail Marys 'til I die

Throw it up, all I have is peace of mind, throwin' up

Have my wings clipped, I don't need them shits, learn to fly again

Fast track to last place, I swear I've never been up top

But I'm up here somewhere

Out here, nobody can tell me shit

Shit, never mind what I did back then

You should take a look at yourself instead

Maybe you can find yourself, love yourself

Here's to health and here's to wealth, all together now

Tell 'em boys, don't run from us

I been down too long, cousin

I been down too long, brother

Tell the world, I ain't scared of nothin'

Tell the world, I ain't scared of jumpin'

Tell my boy, I want a crib in London

Tell the world to stop trippin' out

I'll build a different house with some different functions

Tell 'em boys, don't run from us

I been down too long, cousin

I been down too long, brother

Tell the world, I ain't scared of nothin'

Tell the world, I ain't scared of jumpin'

Tell my boy, I want a crib in London

Tell the world to stop trippin' out

I'll build a different house with some different functions

HOO! Voodoo Man

Momma took me to the church and I sang a hymn

Co-Colonized Christian

Now I'm losing my religion, yeah

God damn, so narcissistic in this millennium

Fuck you and the bubble that you livin' in

I don't go to church, but I'm so spiritual

Pulled my life out of dirt, that's a miracle

If Jesus was a pop star, would he break the bank?

All these diamonds in my face, I'm shining like the day

I'm living in my prime, man, what can I say?

If the service is an hour, I'm an hour late

• Artist:Brockhampton
• Album:iridescence (2018)