BROCKHAMPTON - BOY BYE

(Jabari, mi paddy!)

Ayy, everybody ask me how I deal with my depression
Man look (man look), I don't got the answer to your question
If I did, you would probably never hear from me again
That's a promise, not a threat and it ain't no half stepping (yeah)
Can't let it compromise the pace I'm setting (hey)
Grandma told me don't forget to count my blessings (woo)
Breaking up botanicals to ease my stressing
Was the one that you needed but you weren't expecting
Game need refreshing (hey), what you been suggesting? (Hey)
Wrote a new constitution, we don't need amending (hey)
I go Johnnie Cochran when I'm raising my defenses (yeah)
Man, I feel like Michael Keaton when a nigga start ascending (hey)
Never second guessing (hey), had to do a lot of resting (hey)
Like I played for Popovich, tryna find our new direction (woo)
Listen, I ain't for the shelving, what you niggas telling?
My team be rebelling from whenever you was heading, goddamn

Man, this shit bump like a belly when it's pregnant (mhm)
Bonafide big bird lookin' like a Yeti (mhm)
Swift feet cheetah, that's a real big kitty
Made y'all judges, that's a real ass feeling
I don't like the sly ones, forget 'em and I dead 'em (yeah)
Always off the shit like a constipated reverend (alright)
Y'all don't like to shit talk, dumb pun, all fun
But I make your bitch crack a giggle with the next one (oh)
Goofy ass boy, look like Elmer Fudd cousin (sheesh)
Heavy-ass feet, bet Pluto heard you comin' (shit)
Actin' like Regina, you a lil' bit dramatic (George)
I've been in the cockpit, I been in the cabin (right)
Take the eagle out just to ride around the planet (right)
Damn, I'm like Kirby, man, I don't take damage
Oh, so hot, so, sst, get branded
I'm just havin' fun, cops hit me, goddamn it (oh yeah)

Trauma got me fucked up, my mama got me fucked up
My lil' nigga locked up, it's like Hakuna Matata
Never liked Sci-Fi, empathetic WiFi
Keep it in the back room, hide it with my dry eye
Put it in the vacuum, I got love for my label
Fifteen million on the table, none of my niggas are stable
Need a personal connection, I just wanna feel you baby
Bein' sober made me realize how poorly I been behavin', uh

My bitch is so pretty, pretty (mmh)
I get cash like really, really
Tell the DJ, man, he ain't slick
'Cause he ain't playin' hits, he silly, silly (mmh)
My bitch is so pretty, pretty (mmh)
I get cash like really, really (get it)
Tell the DJ, man, he ain't slick
'Cause he ain't playin' hits, he silly, silly (boy, bye)

Ring in their ears like a bark
Always feel left in the dark
Trauma the price for the patience
Character shift like an arc
Move like my shit stay in park
Don't feel the love or respect
Grip like a hand on my neck
This is the year, place your bets (boy, bye)

Ooh, ooh, beautiful and bashful
Ooh (mmh), ooh, ooh (mmh)
I'm beautiful and bashful
Boy, bye (goddamn! Mmh)
Boy, bye
Boy, bye (goddamn! Mmh)
I'm beautiful and bashful

Written by:
Varoujan, Ciaran Mcdonald, Dominique Simpson, Ian Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Reza Attaei, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood

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