ST. PERCY by BROCKHAMPTON
I’m the same one you seen in the classroom, ayy
We was chillin’ in the stall makin’ crowds move‚ ayy
Young K still posted in the A like a braid
No chain‚ ya boys got what make my neck ***’ bang
Hangin’ on your speaker‚ bangin’ on your speaker, baby (Ayy)
Need to find a reason to make you believe me, baby (Ayy‚ ayy)
Young Nolan, Playstation, controllin’ (Ayy‚ ayy)
Send ’em just to get out my head, and when it is over (Ayy)
Roll over your soldier, no coaster
I toy ’em back whenever the storm is over
Send it back up them boys, wanna feel the clover
No closure, never reply to full orders
My *** so sculpture, such a short quota (Ayy, ayy)
Police pull up on me, boy, I kept that cold shoulder (Ayy, ayy)
Cup runneth over for a hunnid orders (Ayy, ayy)
All I got is pennies, still want me to ***’ flow, bruh (Ayy)
There is no love in the ghetto
Money, money, we are just getting get go
There is no love in the ghetto
Money, money, we are just getting get go
Ooh-oh-ooh, oh, oh
How you do that boy, devil I’m bamboozled, yeah
Legs go up behind the head, like leopard and push it, huh
Give us space, we gon’ drop, call it Grand Canyon, huh
She bust back, blow a fuse out the damn canyon
Circe de soleil okay (Yeah), roly (Woah)
Poly, slide that (Uh), pole, yeah, (Hm) low blow (Ooh)
Now sing like a dodo (No), eyes get frost, they snow globe (Ayy)
Stuck inside the corridor (Ayy), make me go so loco (Ayy)
Made you look, I’m silly (Uh), call me wild thing (Uh)
She got strings all up the necklace like a violin (Ah)
Upgrade that chada-ching , when that venom sting (Hey)
I sound better than a motherfuckin’ [? 1:55], man
Run up a check, run up a check (Ayy, ahh)
Until I miss, until I miss (Ayy, ahh)
And they keep on hittin’, my niggas ain’t quittin’, they wait ’til it drip (Wait ’til it drip, ayy, ahh)
Don’t get on my list (Ayy, ahh)
I’m front of your *** (Ayy, ahh)
You sayin’ you bad but I watch how you work, then I can’t be convinced (Ayy, ahh)
Smokin’, I might got habit, you know we comin’, get tragic
Money has never made a ***, we holdin’ all our money in the mattress
Fire right back like a savage, chase away all of your pallet
No I ain’t for burying a hundred [? 2:15] take a quicker pick up like bandits
And it’s madness
Uh
You got big boy money like you ready for war
You be talkin’ like you really gon’ run that dough
You be runnin’ like the snot drainin’ in from your nose
That’s that ice cream, sugar, that *** throat
And this *** gon’ bounce like my *** off your dome
And you know these boys deep, we ain’t fittin’ in it though
And my dogs they bark, Michael Vick on Fourth
But this *** long gone, why you hit my phone? (Whoa!)
See how full it is, homie
See how real it is
*** man, *** man
Someone better hold me before this *** gets ugly
*** man, *** man
Someone better–
*** man, *** man
Someone better–
*** man, man
Someone hold me b–, hold me, *** gets ug–
*** man, *** man
Someone better hold me before this *** gets ugly
Song: HEAVEN BELONGS TO YOU
Artist: BROCKHAMPTON
Released on August 22, 2019
