ONE MORE HAND

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BROCKHAMPTON - Rap

ONE MORE HAND

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[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] I can barely rap, I can barely dance I can barely laugh, I can barely hang I need a male stripper, do a belly dance For me and my boyfriend, that's entertainment And I'm drunk as fuck, my nigga sucks up I need a reason to get my bucks up I need a reason to care about society They need a good enough reason just to hire me But honestly, you see, my mom can't walk And her lungs don't work like they used to I feel like it's my fault 'cause of music I be saying shit that's just fucking rude and untrue, and But truthfully, your words had damage, and it's cruel to me But even more cruel to be dissing you in front of niggas that pay to hеar me [Verse 2: Ameer Vann and Kevin Abstract] My only problem is time and what I spеnd it on So I start rapping 'bout drugs, I'm scared of falling off I'm scared of going broke, I'm scared of momma's house I'm scared of niggas seeing me whipping, they gon' pull me out That's why my windows up and tinted up, invisible Back when I was broke I used to feel invisible Now e'rybody look and wish I was invisible I keep hear opinions, they keep counting my money All they want is percentages, I don't fuck with your energy I don't fight with my enemies, turn myself to a memory Black man with a dream, white man with a gun I'm somewhere in between, I'm a king and it seems They don't want me to live, they don't want me to speak (Sometimes I be wondering, why I be tripping off it) And they don't want me to breathe (I should probably spend my time writing rhymes in the dentist's office) That's killing two birds in one stone When I was younger, way before I was grown I wanted a deal with Death Row or Rhymesayers I'm saving my time for mics later I might save it, depending on the shit that y'all write later I hate writers, I hate tweets, I hate journalists They hate truth, they hate peace, they want my niggas to burn with us [Verse 3: Joba] Flicking on the face of my wristwatch Watch the time stop just to speed up, watch life unfold And between the tick-tocks, speeding down the one-way Fuck these signs, fuck these lights, put my life on the line When it feel right, I'm fine, no, I'm not lying, don't ask me I'll pay the fine, I'll pay the toll, just hope I don't crash it But hey, if I do, it will be a blaze of glory Engulfed by the manifestation of death behind me All my life I've felt inadequate And through the years I've dealt with tragedy after tragedy God, send a message, send a messenger my way Never claimed to be a saint, forgive me Feel like the light that I was blessed with has diminished I'm haunted by the visions of my youth turned true I've come to expect my expectations aren't true But I'm a master of believing my lies And you can't break me, and I can't brake at the speed of light [Verse 4: Matt Champion] I'm afraid to share the bed—what if she want money later? Like she got laid off—ugh, hit my lawyer for some paper I'm afraid to speak my pains—like, "You lucky where you at" "You cool, but quit complaining 'bout all that" That's why I'm showing up late I'm not tryna be a dick, but my time is not to waste For my shell, fuck the small talk with my sensei Where my sense at? Four-cylinder go round Lincoln Town Car pick me up, drop me off I got bubble under my biceps, sneak me into the sidestep Ego is getting sized up, I be on butterfly effect Fuck it, I'll be myself now, tell 'em I'll take no shit now Tell 'em they work for me now, tell 'em my tears, they bleed down Tell 'em I work, like, what, what time for me now? Wondering, "Who is me?" now, wondering where you been now Lose you in crowds, I see now Fourteen, I see 'em all inside of me now Bank account move like speeds now, make it from ways to feed now Thinking of ways to be everything but right now [Verse 5: Dom McLennon] It's crazy how things feel the best when reminiscing 'Til we check ourselves It's crazy how people who left say they feeling left out When we step for health Still accustomed to nights filled with solitude I don't always remember to call goodnight I don't always remember my altitude I don't always remember to stop the fight But I might check my sight, it ain't right Yeah I know, but my strife overwhelms, every night Until I'm forced to close my eyes Brain disease, parasite, eating me from inside Emotions bleed, I can't believe How I'm sleeping through the night

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Credits

Writers
  • Ameer Vann
  • Matt Champion
  • Kevin Abstract
  • Dom McLennon
  • Romil Hemnani