Sweet Lyrics - Brockhampton

Stripped down to my skin and my bones 

I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howw!) 

In a pack but I feel all alone 

I'm scatterbrained, man 

Better offer the clone 

Until you high as a plumber with race eyes, (chronic) doin' weird shit 

Like, this'll make your bio-pic (haha) 

Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's 

Get the wing tings (yum) 

Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh) 

Whatchu mean, it ain't working? (what?) 

Whatchu mean, you ain't finding yourself? (oh, I am, I'm trying) 

Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit) 

Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean? 

Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh) 

Shouldn't your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess) 

Shouldn't you have a real big-ass ego? (no) 

Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh) 

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Twistin' me up like licorice 

Think I need someone who can handle it 

Ice on my boys and my wrist this flex 

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit 

Twistin' me up like licorice 

Think I need someone who can handle it 

Ice on my boys and my wrist this flex 

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit 

The original lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite 

Breaking the mold mentally, master with no limiting 

Making 'em say "ugh!" 

They worshipping our force viciously 

Watching the floor tip in your temple of authenticity 

Often they say I'm off it, I offer my crossed empathy 

They forgot what we on, I'll remind em with hostility 

Hot diggity damn, everyone running scams 

Gotta cover your clams and take another glance 

Running a clinic, no scans, ain't no one claimin' yo mans 

It's all pertaining to plan, call me the architect 

Lap you in a UFO, I haven't started yet 

Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at 

Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at 

But that's too deep... 

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Don't call me stupid, that ain't the way my name pronounced 

Don't call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now 

Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyonce will take me for adoption 

Broke-ass rich suburbs 

A civilian shot in Third Ward 

We just by the fountain 

This is Merlyn Wood, man 

Everywhere I go is the woodlands 

I need a honeybutter 

Vodka in an Sprite can 

When I'm in the Whataburger 

All the kids know who I am 

I need a honeybutter 

Puttin' lean in my Sprite can 

Twistin' me up like licorice 

Think I need someone who can handle it 

Ice on my boys and my wrist this flex 

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit 

Twistin' me up like licorice 

Think I need someone who can handle it 

Ice on my boys and my wrist this flex 

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit 

I got a record but I'm clean as they come 

I'm Godzilla, when they see me they run 

On 37th, used to run from the bloods 

The undercovers gotta duck when they come 

I moved out and in a couple of months 

I'ma be a pop star, they call me a thug 

I used to write raps on the back of the bus 

Now I'm in the front seat shifting the gears 

It's funny how things can change 

Three hundred dollars to my name, left to Hollywood 

I was living off Ramen and change 

Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay 

Growing up my teachers told me 

"You better get them grades up if you wanna finish high school 

And after high school, you better get a degree 

'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street" 

Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan 

Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD 

Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT 

Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream 

One might say I was doomed from the get-go 

But those same people assume, 'cause they'll never know 

What it's like to be called to what's not set in stone 

I am one with the ebb and flow, that's all I know 

Twistin' me up like licorice 

Think I need someone who can handle it 

Ice on my boys and my wrist this flex 

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit 

Twistin' me out like licorice 

Think I need someone who can handle it 

Ice on my boys and my wrist this flex 

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit 

Twistin' me up like licorice 

Think I need someone who can handle it 

Ice on my boys and my wrist this flex 

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit 

Twistin' me out like licorice 

Think I need someone who can handle it 

Ice on my boys and my wrist this flex 

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit