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BROCKHAMPTON – NEW ORLEANS Lyrics

[Intro: Matt Champion]
Perfectly fine, it's fine

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
Said nigga brother, nigga brother, what you livin' for?
Is you gon' 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 standin' 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
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 in a hearse
I don't rhyme, 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

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
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

[Verse 2: bearface]
Tryna treat men 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

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
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
[?] 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 these [?]tine on my body, man my sweat lethal
Sweet kisses like the candy out the carnival
I'ma call my own shots, hit the audible

[Verse 4: Joba]
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

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract & Jaden Smith]
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

[Verse 5: Merlyn Wood]
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 in the day
I'm living in my prime, man, what can I say?
If the service is an hour, I'm an hour late
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Songwriters: Ciaran McDonald, Dominique Simpson, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood
NEW ORLEANS lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., CARLIN AMERICA INC

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