Songtext zu 'SISTER/NATION' von BROCKHAMPTON

Drink, got the alcopop with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't got no chains in my denim, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't listen what the blogs tell me, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know niggas got their own agenda, yeah, yeah, yeah

I've got, but she would never know
I like to hide them, so much I lose myself
That's why I'm pure to some, a psychopath to others
And grew up in counselling, flippin' off my counselors

They gave me mood stabilisers
But when I came off 'em I was violent
Took the drugs that I wanted
Which didn't help with the voices
They just grew louder and louder
They called the people
Who'd just chatter and chatter
I juggle all my personalities

Estoy tan harto y cansado
No puedo seguir haciendo esto
Ojalá pudiera rendirme
Pero tengo que seguir siendo fuerte
Para mi familia y mis amigos

I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute
Number one
My momma always had to save the minutes
Got some D's dropped out wanted to be Russell Simmons
Gotta keep workin', my head or in a vision

Where the kitchen at? Keep the lyrics written
Raid my cell and dope, askin' for forgiveness
I just turn into somebody sellin' lemonade
Kiss your kiss and then before them bitches, run away

Get your man, get your man all up off me
Back again, 100 bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me

This for all my bro niggas, this for all them drugs, nigga
That you niggas made when I was still livin' at home, nigga
Did it on my own, nigga, grew up and I bossed out
Grew up and I bossed out, grew up and I bossed out

I see you peekin' through bushes
And tryna get secret ingredients from us
I know that you do it 'cause you see us
Boomin' like C4 when you hit that detonator
Lucky lucky on the elevator
Eat my dust baby I'll see ya later
I could always call your bluff
You already said enough
Take a risk bitch still sitting on your ass
Waiting for a handout
Giving nothin' put your hands down
Ooh yeah, this for the culture
Ooh yeah, this important
Fuck off with that slang shit
Fuck off with that networking
Keep ya mouth where the money at

Yellow lights on my dashboard
Red flags in the rearview
I know I'm the one that made you upset
But all I wanna do is see you
You know that lately I don't think straight
But I don't really know what I'm doing now
'Cause everybody got me fucked up
I'm struggling while on the move now
Yellow lights on my dashboard
Red flags in the rearview
I know I'm the one that made you upset
But all I wanna do is see you
You know that lately I don't think straight
But lately I don't know what to do now
'Cause everybody got me fucked up
I'm struggling while on the move now

Get your man, get your man all up off me
Back again, 100 bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me

Get your man, get your man all up off me
Back again, 100 bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me

Get your man, get your man all up off me
Back again, 100 bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me

Get your man, get your man all up off me
Back again, 100 bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me

Barely got control of it, must've got a hold of it
Threw me to the ground
And left a scar right on my nigga lips
I look in the closet when I think about the past life
Never good in my wallet
Tryna see if I got my cash right
Fuck a flight, they ain't never wanted
To treat my pack right
Fuck a job
They ain't never treat my mom and dad right

I hate the quiet suburbs
I hate those picket fences
I hate the separation
First thing they called me: Nigga
I fight, I got suspended
My teachers saw me hit him
So they ain't listen to me
And from that moment on
I would learn that I was different
I would grow to see the difference
Second guessing my decisions
Black bodies come up missing

I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble

I would walk through the halls at my own pace
Every lunch, I would flow, having no place
All the books in my bag till my bones ache
Wonder how the world would be if I had no face

If I had no heart, if I had no skin
And I was just thoughts
Reminiscing the things always brushed off
Had my Father tell me I was just off

And when I look at the things that I've been through
And the things I survived and at what cost?
All alone in my life that I just lost
All this shit persevere to the pole vault

In the eyes of the law I'm a problem
In the eyes of blogs I'm a paycheck
In the eyes of the world I'm an icon
In the eyes of my own I ain't start yet

In the eyes of the law I'm a problem
In the eyes of the blogs I'm paycheck
In the eyes of the world I'm an icon
In the eyes that I own I ain't start yet

I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble