Junky Lyrics - Brockhampton

I spit my heart out, lookin' out for my best interests 

He gave me good head, peepin' out while the windows tinted 

I speak in tongues, and I arrive without a damn mention 

It's kinda sick and I was born in 1996 and 

1999 the only year that I remember 

I slip through the cracks without havin' a damn temper 

I bleach my hair because these bitches all about they bitchin' 

I say shit when I rap and y'all niggas barely listen 

I do the most for the culture, nigga, by just existing 

Delete my tweets 'cause I'm ashamed of being a fuckin' Simpson 

I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain't listen? 

I signed a pub deal and her opinion fuckin' disappearin' 

I'm payin' bills for my sister and tryna fund her business 

Is it homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas? 

You know, like closet niggas, masc-type 

Why don't you take that mask off? That's the thought I had last night 

"Why you always rap about bein' gay?" 

'Cause not enough niggas rap and be gay 

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Where I come from niggas get called "faggot" and killed 

So I'ma get head from a nigga right here 

And they can come and cut my hand off and 

And my legs off and 

And I'ma still be a boss 'til my head go, yeah 

Break the wheel, cop the steel, hold my niggas down 

Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crackin' sounds 

Break the wheel, cop the steel, hold my niggas down 

Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crackin' sounds 

Break, break, break the steel, hold my niggas down 

Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crack, crack, crack 

Break the wheel, cop the steel, hold my niggas down 

Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crack 

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I don't trust nobody 

'Cause they don't deserve it 

Niggas run in your house 

They know you doin' dirty 

(go ahead now) 

I got my hand on an ounce 

So now I got money servin' 

I just bought me a fifth 

And now I'm speedin', swervin' 

(go ahead now) 

I took an eighth of them shrooms 

And now I'm hearin' voices 

I took like two of them pills 

I can't remember nothing 

(go ahead now) 

I ain't under control 

I'm losin' motor function 

I need an intervention 

I need an exorcism 

I need a therapist 

Paranoia and drug addiction 

It's very scary 

My momma don't even recognise me 

I'm goin' crazy 

Don't need nobody to say they love me 

My acts of desperation 

I'm on an empty stomach 

So fuck the consequences 

I ain't runnin' from them 

Feelin' like a goner 

Put my life in locker 

Hotbox in the Hummer 

Hot bars in the summer 

If I had the option 

I would do it all again 

If I had the option 

I would do it all again 

I just wanna feel like I did the right program 

I just want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (again) 

When I cut that feel I do nothing but diplomas 

Love is going, bet you didn't do it by your lonesome 

So I forgive my mommy, daddy, auntie and my uncles 

For guilt-tripping feelings whenever they call my number 

They see men dream, they see men fallin' 

But when I dream, I'm smashing on a lana 

Both pessimistic, drug addicted, caught in our feelings 

We spit venom then stare at the ceiling wondering why 

My mom's no alcoholic, she just wanna drown her sorrows 

Love her to death and soon enough I'll give back all I borrowed 

Both so submissive, take turns dominating, the light has been faded 

This hate-fueled love, we don't fake it, no givin', just takin' 

I took some steps to be a bigger person 

I should've thrown ya off the highway to cars swerving 

Ain't no burden, ain't no sermon, ain't no motherfuckin' plaque 

I hate these hospitals and police and the smell of death, all that 

I hate these shady folk that want a ladylike 

But don't treat lady right, but they be sayin' like "just the tip" 

And, yeah, you mad 'cause she ain't fuck, mad 'cause she ain't suck 

Beat your ass before you got time to say "why not?" 

Here to catch ya slip up, wish you could just rewind 

Time to not fuck up, thought you were just lucked up 

Where the respect? Is your ass human? 

I look you in your eyes, say "fuck you, are you fuckin' stupid?" 

Respect my mother, 'spect my sister, 'spect these women, boy 

I get my 99, I don't own one, hit the store to blow your brains off 

Better hope my aim off 

Better hope the range off 

Better hope my tame off 

Before I blow your brains off, boy 

No hands with the stunts 

Jump off the roof like I do what I want 

All of the life in my past wanna haunt 

And my sight of the future beginning to taunt my ambition 

Man on the moon, I'm marooned 

I ain't trippin', I'm on a mission 

Every time that I speak they ain't skippin' 

Turned my inspiration to a vision 

That's a given, no slipping