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Brockhampton (stylized in all caps) was an American hip hop boy band founded in 2010 as AliveSinceForever in San Marcos, Texas. Led by Kevin Abstract and formed partially through online music discussion forum KanyeToThe, Brockhampton was a self-described "boy band", so-called in an effort to redefine the term. Complex magazine describes the group as "gay, black, white, DIY, ambitious, all-inclusive, and would-be pop stars," and this diversity is what largely distinguishes their lyrics and sound. The group's final line-up consisted of vocalists Kevin Abstract, Matt Champion, Merlyn Wood, and Dom McLennon, vocalists/producers Joba, Bearface, and Jabari Manwa and producers Romil Hemnani and Kiko Merley, as well as graphic designer Henock "HK" Sileshi, photograph… more »

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Shit, I was just talkin' 'bout
Just that grind, the trenches, just
You know what I'm sayin', just all of that
I mean, you, you don't get the vibe of it

It feels good to get this shit out the mud, nigga
Made it from hard times, it's still love for the slums, nigga
We rob niggas just because, nigga
And I'll serve you anything, but nothin' less than a dub, nigga
And how it feel to be a dub, nigga?
I'm tryna be a better man but nothin' less than a thug, nigga
I kill shit, just check my background (buh)
I swear the gang shit my campground
Check my resume and ask 'round (yeah)
We just simply never back down (nah)
I caught a charge, now I'm back out
I bet this carbon blow his back out
Getting money, that's a fact now (Merlyn)
Bitches, they don't know how to act now (Merlyn)

The poor more polite, but the floor not nice (no)
Watch for your wife, I'ma take her out your life (you know)
She wet my white tee, now it's like a wet wipe (wet it)
Respect my tribe, I'm a dawg like Phife (get it?)
You love me like a check but my name not Nike (get it?)
Bitch, my number not a lottery, I'm like, don't even talk to me (stop)
Honestly wouldn't fly a Melbourne chick to Sydney (go Merlyn, go Merlyn)
All of these bars bought chains prison industries (go Merlyn, go Merlyn)
(Go Merlyn, go Merlyn, go Merlyn)
America did my people foul then get me shot for free
While I watch Washington's wooden teeth in her booty cheeks
Kings of last century, was livin' like peasantry
I don't even like sleep, time is the only luxury

Sendin' a, "F*ck you" to you all
I'ma ship it, laminate it, got this shit straight off the lot
We ain't really no A-list, got the neighbors goin' crazy
It's me, Bari, and Flexy
I can see through your bullshit like your face was made of plexi
I can f*ck around and get to sounding like I'm wildin', man
Only crybaby is the one inside the bucket man
You, I'm the bogeyman, you never sleep again
Nightmares, it's fright-filled the moment Freddy tuck you in
Stack my money higher than the foam atop a tidal wave
Lonely like the point guard at the key, gotta isolate
Light it up, light it up, we bring the light show
Who the hell invited all they friends? F*ck if I know (yeah, yeah, yeah)

They at your window (them boy comin' for you)
They at your window (them boy comin' for you)
They at your window (you better not tell no lies)
They at your window (you know them boys outside)
They at your window (yeah, yeah) (them boy comin' for you)
They at your window (yeah, yeah) (them boy comin' for you)
They at your window, (yeah, yeah) (you better not tell no lies)
(And they ain't comin' to play, you should not tell no lies)

My pain could be a fortune teller or a ATM
It's got intentions of its own, I can't even pretend
Every moment is a fight nobody can defend
The circumstances should've never been there to begin
I watch the clocks melt as the devil dances
The chances are slim to none that you could understand this
Lost language, we encantin', paint campin'
Amongst the stillborn, raindrops is where I'm standin'
I wake up breakin' up an eighth just to function
Rather be in neutral than continue to get sunken
All my niggas made it out the motherfucking dungeon
Tank has been on E, but I gotta keep runnin'
What you finna lean on when the system is crumblin'?
Everybody reachin', but they really end up fumblin' when they touch down
Y'all don't appreciate in value like a bust down
My shit authentic, they can never get enough now

They at your window (yeah, yeah) (them boy comin' for you)
They at your window (yeah, yeah) (them boy comin' for you)
They at your window, (yeah, yeah) (you better not tell no lies)
(And they ain't comin' to play, you should not tell no lies)

I could see the eye upon me when I close mine
Drug-induced, comatose, it's leaking through me blind
The body is the temple, I invite spirits
We crack riddles and giggle behind closed blinds
Born to bleed, the brave and free
Got needs they gots to feed, I breathe to see defeat
F*ck police and authority
Never means nothin', mind fuckin' myself to sleep
Had to take it to the streets
Capitalistic greed plague all society, like COVID-19
Those dirty hands that feed don't buy it
Government officials don't give a f*ck about the children
What do you believe? Nothing's ever what it seems 'til you can't deny it
Flash points and flash bangs dictate defiance
History stuck on repeat in the loop of sirens
Terrorizin', always lyin'
Goddamn, tyrants, don't play with knives, kids

I tried to warn you
These boys, they don't owe you
Outside, comin' for you
'Cause they don't love you and they don't owe you
I tried to warn you
These boys, they don't owe you
Outside, comin' for you
'Cause they don't love you and they don't owe you shit

F*ck the world and all that inhabit it
F*ck the world and all that inhabit it
Sometimes it's like, f*ck the world and all that inhabit it
Yeah, nigga
We back up in this thing (Road)
Sometimes it's like, all or nothing (Road)
F*ck the world and all that inhabit it
Sometimes it's like, f*ck the world and all that inhabit it
Sometimes it's like

Just pick me up in the four door
I'll bless the beat, we smoke and rain ash like Mordor
The warlord's comin', check the lamb for the slaughter
The envy's so green, it should be flyin' a saucer
Yeah, and when the pressure is on, they gone
Ghost ride whipping, not your friends no more, so long
Snakes sneaking, I'm feelin' like I'm missing but never there
I'm still here, bitch, so God's winnin'
Lord willin' (Lord willin'), there's no ceilin' (no ceilin')
They all pussy (all pussy), get out your feelings (get out your feelings)
Can tryand run it up, but baby, I'm chillin' (uh-huh)
I make my money then dip, stay killin'
Stay killin', stay killin', stay killin'

Why you always start praying when that trouble comes? Why?
Why you always start praying when that trouble comes?
There the boys go again
Roadrunner

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